~Pitch-black pools of the past~
~Pitch-black pools of the past~
Treading through pitch-black waters,
I barely can keep my skull above,
The waves. Lost without a suspicion of ,
What is suppose to be could it just,
Be a unleashed blackened dream?
Holding back on taking one to,
Put them in the deep waters,
I question through this puzzle lost,
Without the piece I need to make,
It come to life. Days are blank in vain,
The only other friend it seems is not me.
I keep on thinking if I keep up this way,
Someone will be vanishing or at least,
Certainly weeping. As I lunge in to the,
Hostile waters I have lost the,
Emotion in being and what it means.
Today seems to be a vigilantes move,
That surface from my past,
Nothing for sure in this life,
And nothing was made to last.
My thought of today leaves me drown,
In the rough pools of the past…
Inkmaster
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