Seduced by his own self destruction, long locks of blond hair turned ashen,
green eyes fading to black, and somewhere beneath it all
a shimmering blue aura filters out into the night and was no more.


Brief interludes between life and nothingness
occupying the delicate weave of my soul.
Once welcome they now deny my existance,
as a torn sleeve gently unravels in the wind.
This is my space and as I fade or shine,
my passions will revel in the light of my soul.
Find me now and may your steps be light and efficient.
As I fall beneath the surface of enlightenment,
I am finding fewer reasons and even fewer companions.


-tyler-



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