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Before, trickling incessant, desperation was a common,Now it is all I know; washed of the memories.Nostalgic of ignorance from The Before. The Now is what I hear, it is what I live, it is all I know.I haven't realized before that everything, is out of my reach, I touch the surface, but go no further.Ambient disclosure caves in, the supports break, and fall atop.Nothing else shall down my now broken bones, encased within bruised flesh,Stagnant; I lie peaceful, and dejected. I know I must get up, or die silently, die peacefully drained. The overcast of loss engulfs the pieces of my entirety, Only releasing its oppression to my pleading in resignation...The choice did not dwindle, It latched and released only my desperation...The Path, though destroyed, remains.The Life led, though drained, continues.The Heart, though shattered, shall mend.When all is lost what can one do to fall further,Pink flesh pulses, shattered within, The supports rise.
Ambient Disclosure
Poem By Killionare
