I'm on a desert plain
no sun, nor moon, nor star shines down
the cracked dead wasteland, a mirror of my life
it stretches in all directions
relentless, never forgiving, never forgetting
the emptiness a metaphor for my sorrow
stranded and parched im rooted to this place
with no food, nor water, nor thought
is this the way my world ends?
not with a bang but a whimper.
entropy of everything into dark wastes
there are a few flickers of life left
but the candles burning low
its slowley extinguished
encroached by darkness, my only freind.
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