The FallA Poem by The Blinding Darkness
I am done fighting.
I am done struggling. I am done. There is nothing, no strength. There is nothing, no willpower. There is nothing. I let myself fall, something otherworldly I hear but I feel no fear, it's darkness's call. I let go of all, and still I fall. A long sought sensation, I now am darkness's creation. I indulge into the depths, as they welcome me a part of them to be. I let go of all, and still I fall. I am darkness. I am depression. I am. © 2018 The Blinding DarknessReviews
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