Darkness approaches,
consuming the light rapidly.
But the soul is
trapped
Searching for it’s one place of solace.
The guitar stops,
the drums cease to produce
their beat;
paralleling the thump of my heart
the dull sound fading
with every passing beat
life becomes a mere memory
It is dark now
and I hear the gates
that await me
creaking open.
Slowly.
A new era has begun
consuming the light rapidly.
But the soul is
trapped
Searching for it’s one place of solace.
The guitar stops,
the drums cease to produce
their beat;
paralleling the thump of my heart
the dull sound fading
with every passing beat
life becomes a mere memory
It is dark now
and I hear the gates
that await me
creaking open.
Slowly.
A new era has begun

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