Pawn

And so do I fall, and so do I fail, Falling so deeply into this destructive void, Nothing but ash and specs of dust that were once my brittle bones and scarred flesh. To not know what is ahead, How maddening! How so distraught have I seemingly become, Forgotten myself as time has smoothed over me. Tricky, sly fiend indeed; master and slave a like to us all. Do I dare move forward into the uncertainty that is humanity and of such society? So gut wrenching, thoughts filled of bile at what is. As we all are from and are the same, yet tear limb by limb the essence of ourselves by one another in an endless state of bigotry and violence; so brightly are we bathed in evil. So easy is it to see. Miracles; perhaps shall they see fit to carry me away from the void that is, and from such temptation, as to live the rest of days in blissful, stagnant dreams.