Blackness
I do not remember this,
all suddenly vanished
into blackness.
Oblong shape
of ebony, I
hope that night
will clean my
soul out.
Will it become
an ink blot to
see what it means.
All becomes,
a voyage towards
refrain from that
elegy of chaos.
Hold strong to
your convictions,
fly through the blackness they give you.
I am in the dark,
no, I am the dark,
this pitch black
time.
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