...Event Horizon
Blistering ink fills the page
A testament to my broken rage
Catching the phrases of sin, life, doubt, and death
…If only I could rest the fingers holding this sin
My Inkwell will never run dry as long as I can cry
Filling itself with the blood tainted tears of my strife
I dip deep into my well of self-inflicted
Hell
My writing is all I speak
Feelings creep across this written page
Yes, a testament to my blistering rage
Creative bones creak and groan
Used way too long to write upon this red page
What’s left of this rage
Spilling the darkness across the lines
I think I am dying
Caught in an event horizon of battling thoughts
A place of no return
I yearn
For darkness to take its toll and swallow me
Whole
Breach the circle of fear and doubt
My thoughts reassure; there’s no way out
Accretion disk scattering my fears far beyond my ability to cope
Victim of my own loss of hope
Twisted in this nightmare soon to be at an end
Into the depths of final darkness
I willfully descend
Welcoming the black hole that has formed
…Within
© 2020 SolApathy
Author's Note:
Into the dark horizon of the infinity beyond the black...I know now there is no turning back
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