I cry out only to hear silence.
The only sound is the beating of my heart.
And that has grown faint.
I am consumed.
The pressure continues to grow.
I can't do this alone.
And I find myself overwhelmed.
I reach out a weathered hand.
Only to grasp empty air.
My cries echo in my mind.
Pushing me to the brink.
This is life and death for me.
It's all driving me mad.
As the silence pushes me under.
How can I even have any hope with this?
So I turn away.
Closing my eyes.
Let the eternal sleep claim me.
As alone here I lay.
Prayers have all fallen to the dry ground.
The light has grown dim.
I can breathe no more.
I no longer exist.
Did I ever?


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