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Nihil Ex Nihilo
So much darkness stirring within a hollow abyss. Trapped inside a bastion constructed on a lone island adrift among a see of terror. Yet such ferocity cannot be contained as it slowly chips away at the already fractured walls of it's imprisonment. A false salvation remains my only hope against this fabricated reality. Such a bleak madness tearing me apart from the inside I begin to pray asking for forgiveness from a broken faith I desperately cling onto. As always I am ignored, left to suffer at the hands of my loneliness. Ever so slowly I feel that bittersweet sensation of sorrow's embrace taking hold numbing my mind, body and soul. Where is
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Too often I find myself howling at the moon, seeking comfort in it's pale illumination as it's the only source of light against the darkness. Too many unanswered questions of why does she haunt me so? Too soon it seems I take notice of her ever lingering presence. Too foolish I feel for allowing myself to free fall for her. Too beautiful and radiant to forget. Too willingly I realize she's become my muse. Too easily repaired my once broken heart. Too afraid to accept the fact that I feel like I can move on and let go. Too horrifically stricken by guilt and regret to break away from the loneliness. Too much to comprehend I feel myself crying
Heart of Hearts
Blacker than the darkest void, deeper than an endless abyss constantly engulfed by flames burning hotter and brighter than any mortal mind can comprehend, seething into an already scarred surface further opening an unhealable wound whilst pieces peel off and shatter becoming one with the emptiness that has conquered what little faith I had to begin with, memories and images serve only to further amplify this infinite suffering, trapped within a Pandora's Box forever manifesting demons that constantly battle over dominion as if any real change will be made to an already tainted spirit, where else might I draw inspiration if my muse has been to
My Darkest Hour
Always consumed by my thoughts eventually leaving me stranded on a deserted island surrounded by an endless ocean of painful memories. As each wave crashes against jagged rocks that haunt my mind emerge and ever so slowly ship away at my soul until it becomes fine powder. No sun or sky hang above this God forsaken spit of land, but pure untamed blackness. My own shadow, my only company, my only friend, rises from the ground manifesting into that which I fear most... my true self. Too stricken with terror to fight back my anguish collides with my fear becoming a maelstrom of uncontrollable negativity that grips my heart convincing me to become
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Amen.