Thursday, April 11, 2013


Black is the night and my sight.

Comforting it is and so familiar.

And I see a figure approaching.

A bony finger beckoning me.

Beckoning me to join it.

A voice echos 'Walk the walk.

Join me and see an end.

Your blackness shall be no more.'

My eyes see black every where.

A decision is made.

Feet move.

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