Velvet mauve sky.
The sweet scent of grass.
Birds reciting their synchronized song.
Branches and twigs rustling.
Cold, misty zephyr
Getting through my skin,
Penetrating my flesh.
It's dawn.
I stand on this spot.
My ghost town.
A place I've been trying to escape.
But fate had been so bitter,
So perverse, it settled me right here,
Not wanting me to leave.
A place which feels like nowhere,
The farthest nowhere that I've been.
So far that I can't find a way back.
Oblivion just started filling in.
Emits such goad so weakening.
Urges me to keep slipping.
Pushes me hard into the nothingness I'm becoming.
My grip into my self starts to loosen.
This war may not last till the end of time.
But I can feel it, I'm losing.
Nothingness starts to take over.
And I'm afraid I might lose my true self.
Lose it FOREVER.
