End Less

A blade in the middle of the dark
Hits my vein and all begins to stop
Rewrites to an unknown story
Time slows down, memories fade in
A slow ascension they say its painful
Darkness drags us to the arms of evil
Or light…
We claw our way into the night

The monster laughs as I struggle
The abyss hugs… always faithful


We always knew yet never fear
Regret comes in ever so dear
We approach… yet not very clear
Do we really end or just start over?
Do we really stop?
Can I recover?


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