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What now?

I guess the darkness is a bit too much,

Striving for the end is over the top.

Gifted, I might be,

Is it wrong to not believe in it ?

Is it wrong to want to stop ?

Fiddling and twiddling thumbs,

Counting down the last few seems.

Was it worth it ?

To have breathed ?

To have felt ?

Blundering all but skins,

Searching for solace in the red,

In self destruction.

Scouted beings for sanity,

Tuning out the norm.

Floundering about in self pity,

Gashes loudly screaming,

For liberty.

Give in, or, give up ?

Dancing on the grave of the embers.

Restarting everyday,

Awaiting a glimpse of pandora’s last resort.

Unsounded writhing bliss,

Ecstacies unforgiven,

In masochistic dreams.

Chanting stop,

In lieu of overdrawn curtains.

Should I begin ?

To stay awake.

Shall I look into a reflection ?

To get over the foreboding stigma.

I await the epiphany.

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