Drowning

I am drowning in the darkness and in the light. The colours that explode before me take away the light, leaving only blackness made of a thousand rainbows.

I am drowning in my own thoughts and dreams, in my own dashed hopes and surrendered longings.

Will he never come?

Oh,  Commander, why are you not here? Why have you left me here to die?

I am drowing in the blood of my mother, and the blood that even now is gushing from my arm.

The End

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