The Wolf Pt:1
You are my wolf
My serpent
The cloud blankets the sky, the sick realization that my vocabulary has run dry, nothing left to say..
My words vanished with the hollowness and drop to the ground with the thick density of the now stagnant air encircling me, trapping my very being from evolving.
I can't breathe, the air is too thick, it clings to my lungs not allowing me to exhale.
I'm suffocating and watching it happen again and again from the outside.
Exhale... Inhale..
A breath, breathing.. Inhale, exhale.
it feels irrelevant now.
I suck dry the energy of everything around me and what do I give back?
Nothingness.
Like the place I am in now,
I cease to exist on this plain and I find myself thrust into another and fastened to it's very core.
This is where I will sit for eternity to face my demons that now dance before me..
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