Tag: Void
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Empty
Sitting beneath the open sky. Writing these thoughts of desperation. Listening to the sound of emptiness. Watching the world move toward the void.
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Sober
The intoxication fades, we feel the mental torment of piercing venality. This pain leading us to fields of unrequited affection; Despondent emotions drifting towards the center of the night. We become lost, stumbling through the void into these broken plains; those untended fences damaged by the force of storms. Demons are in the mist, Phantoms…
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