Straying from the mark, as if an option to not do so exists; It seems a lifetime ago that I even thought of this, this horrible existence, where only negativity thrives on my soul... You see me, and then you don't, as the lifetime of eternity wears on forever, marking you as one of it's own; Something not everyone is wont to do; But then again no one told them not too; The Fates seem skilled, and yet mine seems to have disappeared down a drain of death and doom... Death-defying to the point of unconsciousness, and yet why do I even wonder? The marvel of it, and the consumating fear takes my breath away, while Death, with it's sharp tongue and gleaming eyes, grins down at me in a black cloak of night; And as I watch it comes towards me, consuming everything in it's path; The dark cloak of eternal night is upon me, and I watch with a smile, as I am swept away into the darkness of eternity... ***Written April 30th, 2002***