The Nightmare 21: Flight

A comment in response to a "F**k life." message found on Facebook.

The lines run thin
At the pace of a funeral knell
The final sleep glides
A wraith to swallow all light
The enveloping black
Filling your lungs
'Till plague is your blood
And your bones be lead
At last you'll fall
Collapse within
Auto-annihilation
Self-destruction
Flee into darkness
Flee into death
To whence the final sleep comes
Flee.