Days are rushing past,
From within a demon is rising,
Chewing on my psyche,
Consuming this vessel of mine.
Every passing minute is corrupting my light,
Soon I'll be entrapped within this beast's claws;
Only you can save me from my impending doom,
Embrace the devil,
Break my fall,
And save me from this monstrosity before it devours my soul.
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Rhythms From a Quarter Life
PoetryI will die the very moment this poetry collection is complete, not a moment more, not a moment less. Yet, what worries me is not death but never being able to complete this poetry collection. These are the rhythms resonating from a quarter-life.
