by Jason Haskins

Created on: June 17, 2008

INTO NON-EXISTENCE

Endlessness.

Crawls near with every waking breath,
wondering if every step could be my last.

Inhaling the air of life has no point
when everything moves so fast.

To remain will keep and need lost of strength
of which I suppose will never come.

The days are long, the nights even longer
the rains taste like rum.

To find what I'm looking for, courage it will take
to only think if I'd cared for one thing less.

The world is tired.
The Faith is tired.
I am tired.

Like a wispy cloud that fades into nothingness.

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