[escape_thereal_world]

[Unfinished]





With everything you know
And knowing you’ve been at your lowest low,
The fear begins.

Childhood memories and selfish leisure’s,
You’re looking back and it’s all white.
You turn to see a black abyss –
The substance of your future.

Whatever you suspect,
Black is your future –
Unknown.

The fear rises with every passing day.
Wondering, wishing, hoping…
Regret.

The days pass by slowly,
But all too fast, as well.
The fear is ever-rising –
Let it cease.