Futility

by NightPersonality   Jul 22, 2021


Scrambling for purpose,
Sinking further down, down.
I can't find the surface,
I think I'm going to drown.

Ever watching eyes
Ever present hate.
Marching on to my demise,
The game is set, checkmate.

I am neither here nor there,
Welcome all, to my nightmare.

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