Losing Poem by Scentless Apprentice
Losing
fear makes me feel strange,
creeping death, the rape of my mind,
even the long shot was out of range,
leaving nothing behind,
except for the truth.
trying to push my fear,
looking it straigth in the eye,
fighting it to the end,
I wind up on my knees with a waterfall of tears.
Losing you all,
lingering in the darkness,
hiding in the shadows,
I could be the last to fall.
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