Weary
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So tired...
Lay these old bones to rest,
Slice open my fatigue,
Sucumb to the sand.

So cold...
Feel the darkness coming,
Fill my vision, black as night,
Pull me in the current.

So weary...
Dreams tease my mind,
Desires not fulfilled, wants un-heeded,
Soar upon the draft.

--==[]Malak... "Help? Bah! What're you talkin' about!"[]==--

Penned by my hand on the 14th of Miraman, in the year 260 AF.