A little more each day,
Slowly withering into nothingness,
Buried further into the shadows
Of that lost side of my brain.
Darker shades of gray,
With it's monochrome emptiness,
Screaming red echoes
To be released from the vein.
Silent is the drop
That shakes all existence,
And sharp the bite,
That took the last breath,
And finally it stops
With no more resistance,
To fade into night
And to death.
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