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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The empty air of the cosmos, sucking every life of void. You feel nothing, and yet, emptiness feels you. With deadened eyes that search nullity as if though the very nonexistence would apparate before your very own gaze. With Shadowed ground and fathomable dusk. Light, which, may not even glow, is as an eclipse, light hidden by walls of the mind. The cage of mental lies, you may call up, bring forth the sanity that you question. Insanity in Lunacy swallows up the mind. With no one to rely on, when no one is compelling enough to to trust, the mind falls apart in the darkness of thought. Ears, muffled of words and screams, rush and reel with the silence of the unbalance. Hands pulling, grasping, straining, to rip you apart, to hear your scream. Yet, no sound emanates from your throat. The pulling, grasping, and straining hands cause a dull ache. The scarring claws and nails are soft fingers against cold skin. Thrashing movements, ones you cannot understand, you register as your own. Screams filling mute ears, stifled sobs of desist now are clear in the smothered ears as water in a crystalline glass. Melancholy hidden in the words, singing out in pain. Bright walls seemed dulled, voices drowned out by grief-filled silence. Cold air, rushing through the empty space between lungs and skin, between cloth and flesh, warmth leaving your very being frozen. Not finding one fraction of detail to take in as solace in the darkness of this gloom. Crying out as If you were able to find an anchor and hold on. Said anchor is nowhere in sight as dark as the blackness of night, you cannot see. In this mind of mental lies, everything is as an illusion. Reality is just as cold and foreboding as the dusk of light when the dark of your shadows begin to creep out to spread black fingers of cold, into your very soul. I actually wrote this when I was in 7th Grade, what do you guys think? We were supposed to choose and emotion and right it out, I chose the Null of Emotion, or simply, the emptiness of them.
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