Ink blots over my eyes now;
never look back to chimeras,
a consistent swing, from honour or esteem,
death haunts my silver reverie.
Ending is my final word;
quiet beyond these darkening walls,
under the inked eyes of someone else,
a memory for me to lurk in.
Catastrophe strikes when I am nobody else
yet I crave that moment of perfection.

The End

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