Relief.

Endless expanse above my mortal breath,

Withering flame of blackest depth,

the burden,

the sins,

its weight upon gasp lost and left,

yet I must feel,

its curse bestowed, and its blessing,

I lay in submission awaiting fated endings,

it flickers and silence became voice to my ascending,

fade, my love,

for I am free.

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