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Pools Of Ebon
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Dark Poetry Shattered walls of structures bulit have suddenly crumbled out.
Hatred still and nothing within the hollow.
Over waves they break, the salt decays, and we never acknowledge the fallen.
In empty shells of stone, the debris settles to the bottom.
We stray amongst the looming doubt and the faults remain.
As dying sun filters through the screen, I long to jump, long to submerge myself--drown myself in the clear of blue.
Crystals will not show, for they are void and numb.
Morphine has been injected, bleeding through my veins and erasing all awareness.
Raking my fingernails through my eyes--claw them out and I can't see:
The needles stuck inside my skin, though it all still seems to feel the same.
Redemption never seemed so far.
