Stillness, yet the darkness creeping.
Into my thoughts the moon is seeping.
Light shone upon the knotted trees.
Looking for answers you're not seeing.
Question how you came into being.
Escapes my mind, no second more.
Flutter of wings so far above me.
Shatter of things that lie below thee.
All this time you've been in the fog.
A fog so thick, so very consuming-
Breeds in your thoughts, mind you, now losing.
Queerness yet growing, exceeding my range.
Ypur skin is now pallid, eyes bloodshot, red.
Farewell to you, my gone friend in the bed.
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Submission Name: Lost
