Trapped in my own apathy- a prison of my own construction,
This is where death and the Doomsters lie-
They destroy any thought of beauty, of light, of love.
Only darkness remains.
Flashes of cold hard steel, glimpses of blood,
Some of it my own, some of it the all i've cared for,
Images of desolation and utter destruction surround me,
Yet I stay calm- Unmoved.
The darkness breaks for a moment- the sun,
Tearing down illusions created.
Yearning to immortalize these visions, by putting them on paper,
But the page stays blank.
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