This Too Shall Pass
Pestilence eats away at my mind... when will this end? A siren sickly serenades the call of the void. L'appel du vide. It beckons me... Thanatos a sudden impulse. hopelessly drawn to return to the darkness from whence I was spawned. A shell of my former being. Cheshire distorted. Lost in the wake. L'appel du vide My mind shifts form numbness to crippling agony as if the weight of the world resides upon my chest… Perhaps I am best laid to rest. A skeletal wreck of man. Thanatos an impulse I am hopelessly drawn to return to the darkness from whence I was spawned. This too shall pass. But when? But when will this finally end?? Burrowing, festering, deathly withering frantically eating away at me. Trembling breathlessly, anxiously scouring, searching for my will to breathe Seclusion, delusion hopelessly drowning as The mind’s mire consumes me From isolation I am reaching out to anyone that can hear me now. Intrinsic sickness, Forlorn sorrow, stasis that threatens to swallow. This Pestilence that plagues our kind. Duality within my mind. To silence the swell of chaos I must make a choice. Stairing at the void two paths lay ahead of me Become one with darkness or continue to breath. Face to face with my demons I will not fold. I wont be lead to my grave. Pestilence eats away at my mind. This too shall pass That which ails you surely will not last This too shall pass
Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 24, 2025