The Treasure I Seek

The Treasure I Seek

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"Dungeon after dungeon I dig deeper And deeper. Only to find The world is hollow On the inside. There lies No treasure Within it, But the only one Within you And within me." Pulsating walls, echoing within them the hollow whispers of my dense yet subtle silence. In my search, I trek a path, too bleak. What is it then, that I seek ? Fumble tread walks down hill roads, where do they lead ? In this empty dark, brooding land, does your soul still breathe ? As for me, I am, but a passer by, a seeker that seeks the solace which fills, each of my veins. And yet, that which I seek, mustn't be put to these words, for these words are too weak. Talk of the world, the world lies hollow. Deep sunken trenches, frozen peaks arch high. What blooms today, must wither tomorrow. And yet again I sink to seek what lies within, for all else is dust, to dust it returns. That treasure but, the one that lies within, the one that lives, to the end of time. Within you. Within me. Is it what I seek ? - @the_virtuous.sinner
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Moments; singular, siphoned, like grains of sand which fall restlessly, and build without limits...growing with increasing momentum, each step, beat, a steady staccato , marking down the minutes until the cold inevitability of the ...end ...death. Moments...it's all anyone has. Life is a false illusion. Death is cold reality. I am a Treader. I deal in the currency of death, and I know everything there is to know about it's cold worth. I am useful, never loved. I am used, never thanked. I am need, want, and lust....but never needed or wanted. I am never fulfilled. I am never to know human happiness. I have accepted my designed fate. Why then am I being tested now?? What will happen if I give in to the temptation I know will be my undoing? What will happen if I give in...and love? What will my failure bring...and may those above and below have mercy on all souls, for when the Treader of death falls for life... Worlds End. RH*Mature Content*Advisable only for 18 and over

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