Promised End


Through the void,

through my storm

I restlessly slept

not to face myself again.

Soul encaged, trapped within

failures and torn desires,

eternally dragged down

by dead hands

and silent memories.

Deep down my core

I felt this endless vacuum

consuming my emotions,

a maddening despair

fueled by untold secrets

and severed dreams.

Then,

in the darkest

pit of wisdom,

I met a figure

made of lies

who gave me

all the answers

I was searching for.

Frantically piecing

every wandering

fragment of consciousness

together,

I found the glistering truth.

A well,

an unkept garden

and a rope.

Dead hands

and silent memories.

The sky turned purple

as I fell

deep down myself.

Holding back

the everlasting sorrow

I drowned

in the darkest

pit of wisdom,

only to

meet

myself

again.

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A glide into the I, a descent into madness.