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Current mood:  optimistic Category: Writing and Poetry
"OPPORTUNITY OF A DARK NIGHT"
There is a quiet creaking in my soul A breaking of seams, long since ripped Exposing flesh of the deteriorating kind My arm is a valley of death, Stretching out into a blackened sea My torso, an extension of its reach Trembling in the aftermath of some Unknown, a nameless shadow of loss and deconstructed emotions Shivering through my marrow Like a cold winter's night Aching, Penetrating, Obliterating, My heart is a tomb of embers left behind From the fire of eternal damnation The call of the wild bursting forth Like spearheads from my viens An SOS of insurmountable porportions, Alarming No One. Alarming No One. The echo of One ringing in my ears Bringing the terror of an empty sky A barren womb, An empty room And this is what you call, Rebirth.
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