I stand at the abyss of the forgotten,
looking out on the sea
that has created itself
from the oblivion that I have felt.
The past undulates
before my eyes
like a tidal wave on a distant shore,
and I scream out
to those demons
cast in stone amongst the dead,
that lay in their shadows.
Ribbons of terror slash through me
like the talons of the dragon
that burns the flesh
of those in hell,
as the fires of sunset speak to me
through the voices of those
I dare not name.
For to name them,
would be to remember them,
and to remember them,
would be to feel.
So, now I turn and walk away.
Away from the chasm
I have created
as a crypt for them.
I will not endure
the agony of destruction
at their hands
yet again.
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