Black Abyss

Here I float in black abyss,

Waiting for my end

I travel in lonely circles as I

Make my dark decent

The world is unkind,

I know all are sure of this

But here I wait in Darkened Hell,

Waiting for the Reaper's Kiss

Here I stand atop the world

While others are beaten down

For the power that I stand upon

Is merely a broken crown

Hatred breeds more hate,

Mankind's fatal flaw

For if this Hatred grows too much,

Strikes down the Reaper's claw

Here I float in Black Abyss,

Slowly loosing sanity

But the Black Abyss is not that of Death,

But one of all Humanity

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Author's Note- In case someone asks me this or thinks this or whatever, I am fine. Really. I am not depressed. I just like writing dark poetry. I think it's pretty. Also, I've written a lot of horror stories, so that should explain things, too. ;)