Dark Matter

Fractured hearts, insane eyes.
The wind beats frantically through tunnels of despair.
You have lost.
The devil finds your body so cold and broken.
Your soul has split in two, right down the middle.
Conscience to reality, you break your faith.
What has happened?
The smooth imagination of your inner demon has spoken.
Silence rings.
The beast you have become is sensitive.
The God you chose to believe is raining down.
Your tears are toxic.
Your mind is bloody, filled with thoughts of treason.
Explosions have captured you.
One dying look around your emptiness.
It loves you.

Poem by love yer brain

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