An empty apartment, once colorful, now covered in black and white. The filling darkness and the echoes of empty halls capture the essence of what it once was. Uninhabited and abandoned with
only a looming sense of unease that haunts all who passes by. objects that were once precious are now scattered about like open wounds for all to see. Remains of the past piled up in every
corner, broken, discarded, and forgotten like old memories that were never seen again. The room that was once living is now dead and rotting, sitting empty and cold like the corpse of someone you
loved. Though its image is tainted, the thought of what it used to be brings upon a warm and empty feeling of comfort that brings you back to that familiar place you once knew. But, in
the end when the illusion is broken and it all fades away, you realize you're stuck standing in an empty room tending to old dusty shelves like the ghost of a housewife still cleaning what was once
hers.
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The Dark Ages Vol.3 The End Is Near? [Formerly "Blaring Thoughts"]
PoetryI see a light at the end of the tunnel. I hope it's real. I hope I can make it. It's so far away. Will I make it? Will things finally be better?