My physical has waned
My spiritual has drained
Even my mind, barely sane
All that’s left are remains
There is no pain
No existence
No plains
No horizon
No name
Not a thing of, to complain
This is my invisibility I asked for
This is the rain
This is all manifest
This is Your domain
In the presence of The King
Only He reigns
-W.E.
In the presence of Kings,
Heads roll.
In my case
The ego is slayed
Heart is crushed
Mind obliterated
Body annihilated
Self consumed
Soul burned
Evaporated
This creeping feeling, being made aware of your expiry. I’ve heard of this before. I have read of it. I dare not say what it means.
-W.E.
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