The crawling numbness began its way,
oozing thin from the valance tip of fingers.
Pushed back against boundaries
shall grips mental sanity,
overcoming whispers of devil’s thought keenly.
Struggling for disparities of which are good and bad.
Seeking through the mirror of rage,
nevertheless consciousness evaporates through time.
Who’s reflection appeared then in the parallel world?
Familiarly now *Perses has awakened,
Possessing mind and souls for words spoken define.
Counting stars in the damp sky is not enough,
for giving off my mind away of sight.
What was made has been done by past.
Through it all for one wish closing near bitterness.
The utter truth amongst lies
and nothing.
*Perses : Greek God of Destruction
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