Friday, 17 February 2017

Done?

What is left of me now that I have bled my essence? My coherence trickles out of my astral conscious while the crimson droplets trickles out of my physical self.

I can see it happen, I feel it happen. My each sense screams its own end as it comes but I am unable to articulate it.

I am done?

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