The unreal pillars are crumbling, washed away by your words.
But what lies beyond is misery, pain, and disrepair.
Pandora's box has been opened, but what I hear are not screams of fury...
Dark words of sameness being echoed in the temple.
I am reaching for the darkness, for I wish to contain it but unlike so few I cannot smother the feelings.
Regret, sadness, they all rest in the chaos that controls me...
But buried so far under, I cannot breathe.
Bricks piled on my empty shell. Silent voices echo to me in the chism that my soul resides in.
For what has been broken cannot be molded by anything but lies... They structure me, form me. And I cannot bear the truth.
Rarely do I hear what calls to my spirit, the truths that do not scar.
Weeping wounds are plentiful, but chaos seeps from within.
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