• I trip, I stumble, does this have an Ending?
    Cruel Winds blinding my path and Claws at my back
    Burden upon Burden, Darkness following
    No Hope remaining now, lured on by Death Black
    Beaten and bruised. Turned away from the Light,
    Forsaken but not forgotten, Light pursues
    searching for Hope, a never-ending Flight.
    Should I really give in? What is there to Lose?
    My Support gives way, last Foundation collapse
    I can’t save myself. No one will heal these Scars
    Enclosed by Darkness, final Ending, perhaps.
    disowned by Light, trapped by Death, look to the Stars.
    Creeping Shadows soothe my pain. Death alluring.
    After the Dark, now comes the Cold, enduring.