AN: Random poem written as I await the release of Retrace 75. Gah, I just know it's gonna kill me.
(Also, I've never written a poem with a layout like this before, but I like how it turned out.)
-katie4dragons
Chains
...
Clinging
to life. Telling himself to stay awake.
Hands
that are empty. Reaching out for someone to hold.
Alone
and abandoned. Forever is a lie.
Incomplete
is all he is. For after all, he isn't real.
Nothingness
welcomes him. It whispers for him to close his eyes.
Silence
all around him. It's the quiet of death.
-The chains that held him to this world-
Have snapped.