You know you're over
when the embrace of ice
is more warming than human skin
It's voice more lovely,
and sentiments more sincere
You know it,
when death is more than just beautiful,
It's an urgent necessity
more prescious than diamonds,
gold, jewels,
or even the tinkling bells of laughter
A hold stronger than any chain
It's become a massive black hole,
consuming
until it's the
only
thing
left
.
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Filling yourself with darkness instead of light. Seeing only the black... and everything underneath black pales into insignificance...
I love how you referred to laughter...death death laughter death.
Excellent write here.
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