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breathe

/ andyveilleux / 1 Comment

There is no demon like the night;

inescapable, all-consuming, yet empty.

 

Not even the mirror will save you,

it's more likely to betray you;

what was that?

 

Who is that?

 

Breathe.

Is this happiness?

/ andyveilleux / Leave a comment

 

Another wall,

another dead end.

 

Confronted with it,

all too familiar,

once again.

 

This can't be the limit,

there has to be more.

 

No,

no.

 

No.

 

Not now,

at least,

but maybe not ever.

 

And maybe I'm too late.

 

There's no breaking out of,

a slump like this,

and there's only one end,

despite all the options.

 

There's only one end.