Brutality
Sitting here.
in the blackened darkness.
there is no light,
no sign of life.
and my heart beats slowly,
my veins pulse blood,
the blood could be black,
the blood could be red.
but the color does not matter
because its all going to be on the floor soon.
the darkness is unrelenting,
this depression is all but sad.
this lack of light,
the loss of life,
has become my closest friend.
my human friends are gone,
left to decay.
my soul is gone,
lost and betrayed.
and yet i sit here,
happy as can be,
bleeding on the ground.
knowing that i will soon be gone too.
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