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isolation
Sprawled across the floor, eyes solid as the tomb that hold my soul in place.
Slowly but surely each brick turns to dust as my grave returns me to the earth.
and my body once and always dirt.
My soul left to wander a desolate and lurid landscape.
Through the pitch black come a light, 'the break of dawn?'
no an angel who's wings are torn.
As close as i get i fade, this angels light burns me, fighting i struggle to hold on.
as the angel look round at me i reach out for her, to help her, but just as fast as she came she disappears.
Dissolved into the dead space where she lay.
Her dust runs through my fingers as the last of her becomes nothing.
My eyes just black holes leading to nowhere.
As i raise i wander off into the distance, the dark horizon. The never ending path of solitude and hurt.
