Afflicted
A drifter within the gloom,
I am a visionless artifact,
A symbol of a soul entombed
Disheveled, yet intact.
In the menacing destruction,
Will there be time enough to brood?
To halt its proud induction,
Or disbelieve in crude?
A shade among the living,
I am a forgotten souvenir,
A paragon of misgiving
Entranced, in lieu of fear.
In the depth less void,
Will it be judged that I am free?
Or am I soon to be destroyed,
With this world that fails to see?
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