Decay
Here I am.
A somewhat shame.
I won't pretend,
I'm not to blame.
I don't defend,
My selfish ways.
Its not a
Passing phase.
It is in fact a world gone black.
A train set loose without a track.
A point of never looking back.
An undenying fact.
A wasted pasted fallacy.
That is my own. The what is me.
So shamefully I have to be.
I am the Darkness Black.
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