It haunts me in my dreams.
It plagues my mind when I'm awake.
For dying is my greatest fear.
For all it does is take.
It's not the act of dying.
That worries me the most.
But more so as the days pass.
I'll soon be long forgot.
People may shed a tear.
As my body withers below.
But how will I know.
Trapped within a cage.
Of an ever expansive black.
Devouring all dear to me.
Devouring even my soul.
-JLCROW
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Fractured Mind, Heavy Soul
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