Black satin covers drapping over me

I push away, but the

Layers upon layers only suffocate me more


Deep trenches of black

Blind opportunities to 

Seek further in finding my footsteps 


Forests of black trees 

I sink further into the hands

Of Earth, inching further down


My eyes fall closed 

Through the satin covers

The Trenches and Forests


I peer into what I have left

The soul of the mind 

And seep into fantasy

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My life in 5 stanzas. 

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