In the mirror's gaze he saw his fading breath,
Each heartbeat feels like footsteps drawn towards death,
He counts the seconds drowning in despair,
The rope of time became a noose he came to wear,
"What is life, but a slow descent to airless rest?"
"Do Gods not weep for the souls they cast aside?"
"Or is Heaven's light just a flame to burn the blind?"
~ Sapphirus
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Thoughts of a Loner.
PoetryPoetry written by yet another individual just existing throughout as any other being like any of you, experiencing life and suffocating thoughts.
