The sunsets but never rises. Days are like larks flying in the sky amongst a never ending season. The shadows rise from the ashes but are consumed by the abyss. Nothingness is all encompassing. There is no escape. We sink deeper and deeper into the abyss, into the nothingness. The darkness whispers sweet lullabies and nothings. Our bodies seem lifeless like paper dolls blowing in the wind constantly beheld by the elements. Our nothingness is the only thing that never fades but somehow we thread forward.
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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...
