My breath battles the Blackness.
Transparent pushes against oblivion.
Every dim heartbeat, a battle drum
Every lung a horn to call the air.
Eyes mustering the light
Only skin to fight and
Arm against the Night.
But the Void invades
This little mouth—already won—
Conquers my chest.
I am my own traitor;
Each breath loyal death.
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