~Lost in the darkness~
Zipped in a bag as my hands are cold as stone,
Nothing on me works as my flesh does not have control.
Shoved in a drawer were many others have laid,
I cannot hear any words or feel the stranger’s hands on me.
Eyelids shut as the last tear runs down my chin,
Suddenly nothing matters of where I’ve ever been.
The darkness is black as I am trapped in its grasp,
Am I really free or finally trapped in the void at last?
No pearly gates, no burning flames I feel,
It’s like the light switch flicked off and nothings seems real!
No reaper near any saint peter or relatives from the past,
The darkness is the only thing my soul feels at last.
~Inkmaster~
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