Left to rot and make peace with myself
My body lies in this putrid mess of a home
The Dark Passenger sitting in the corner of the room
Staring into the abyss, the void of Xel
This other worldly experience
A concept I still cannot grasp
My whole life reflecting back
All happening simultaneously
Leading up to this moment
Only to rot away into nothingness
I couldn't handle the madness
The torture, the lust
Craving for that scent
The rush of blood
It consumes me, engulfs me into a trance
Psychotic episodes
Possessed by a higher being
Doing its bidding, The Dark Passenger
He needed his feed..
An urge I could no longer control
Piercing my neck with the shards of glass around
I thought this would be my only release
To these shackles, the cowards way out
Spitting out blood
I smile, I am finally free
Finally free
Free
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