[hider=Fearful Abandon - Poem -]
There's a swarm of darkness swallowing me,
Eating, consuming all it can see,
Hair, blood, metal, bone,
This void, no one can face alone.

Bloodied my hands in this swirling beyond,
So many of the things I've lost I was fond,
Even as I run, it follows,
Fumes and clouds of black, it bellows.

Comstantly, it chases me,
No where to hide, for it lives inside,
Echoes and whispers of childish demise,
Unholy thoughts and demons it gives rise.

Born of the young, born of the old,
I need a railing or hand to grab hold,
But the only one closest to me,
I've done something cruel, and I'm scared to see,
The outcome of the pain I hath wrought,
A harbinger for the despair I have brought,
Upon myself, in my head plain as day,
And so I can't bring myself to say,
The words I'm required to reject this curse,
For if I do I fear I'll require a nurse,
To mend a hole left wider than Hell,
Spreading across a soon to be empty shell.

This boneyard I've made, 
Should I take to my grave?
And leave the one I love in suspense?
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