Away from where we were,
We traveled into nothingness,
And lost
The little bit of what we had,
The price of being cool
So big a cost
To leave off all our decency,
Descending, falling,
Blisters, cuts from hardness
It's been a fate so strange to find
What two hearts do that give in to
The darkness
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Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.
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