Slipping far from disillusion,
Falling long behind,
Careening towards dissolution,
A million fears ignite.
More lost than sane.
More damned than saved.
There are no handholds
In empty space.
I’m gone this time
God knows I tried.
No hope or prayer
Has come to light.
Slipping far from disillusion
Surrounded by your ghosts.
Heading straight for dissolution,
That thing I crave the most.


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