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Swallowed.

Can you explain the darkness?

Engulfing your existence.

A magnified portrayal,

Of what can be.

YOU are the end of the tunnel,

But the tunnel isn't illuminated,

The tunnel is a matrix,

From which the emerging reality sinks.

That dread.

The silence- disappears only to be replaced.

Replaced by the never-ending black whole of emotion.

Breathe me in. Dispersed.

In- Out- In- Out- till all that remains is a speck of what could have been.

You. You are my surreality- you are the occasion, the hope- you are the unattainable.

Want- is not explosive.

Need- is nuclear.

Submerse me. Drown me in that look.

Fill my lungs with all that you are.

Make us one.

But... You are the end of the tunnel,

And the tunnel is my infinity...

H. Mal