The abyss is always there; sometimes it whispers, sometimes it screams but it's always there hiding in the shadows. Always there waiting with its all consuming darkness to swallow even the slightest spark of light. Sometimes it speaks to me, it says be no more, feel no more. Sometimes I lay my head close to the precipice to hear the phantom voices. Sometimes they howl shouts of anguish, shouts of pain, shouts of nothingness but still they soothe my lonesome. They sunder the emptiness and make my world a raging monochrome delight. They lull me to sleep and help me conjure up endless realities.
My conjured up realities always start sweet but soon the burdens of the world bring me back to real reality. Then I have to face my burdens with my face plastered on. The plaster is tight, the plaster is just right. My plaster makes sense but what should I do when my plaster starts to crack. Well, I should hurry to fix it, with my plastered face back on. I march confidently into the night.
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A collection of poems and late night musings
PoetryJust a collection of poetry and late night musings I wrote, mainly to just vent and release feelings that I felt couldn't be explained in anything other than words. Sharing a bit of my grey world view with people, the stuff I write is pretty dark an...
