I am detatched from you, nameless,
Non-existent;
a fury of thoughts swirling;
violating what should be nurtured.
I am the force that feeds on life
and sucks reason from existence.
A thread of stars that communicate
thoughts of suicide to fickle minds.
In the silence of death I am the only sound that is heard.
I attract you;
terrify you;
ravage all that you were, all that you will be.
My power is boundless.
These thoughts I give to you
sealed in the relic that serves
Not as a comfort, but a reminder that
when you scream in the agony of indecision,
I will be with you once more.
I will force you to choose
and you will choose me.
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Sorry, Was I screaming again?
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