Shadow of Death

cold-darkness

I created this place upon the black sand
To feel the contrast against the blue sky.

Windows nothing but hollow places
Displaying the light as it
Passes by.

I listen to the them
Proclaiming the end because
It never comes.

The walls of burning flesh cooled
By her shadow. Revealing
The ink-stained words of my life.

I waited for the rain because
It always does.

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