Graveyard
Giant obsidian fences guard the last testaments of time.
Tombstones of anger, hatred, and judgment.
Forced in chokeholds by skeleton hands,
your privilege is the dirt.
You could be so much more.
Here lies your ambition,
Withering away in your eternal rest.
Sink into the darkness.
You’re weak.
Mental illness, the beginning and end of all things.
Perhaps within, you’ll become a suitable host.
I am alpha omega,
This is the twilight of your humanity.
Above the weight on your shoulders,
Grey skies shower you with daggers.
Piercing and slicing through and through.
Impaled by constructs of blackened emotions.
Say it loud and clear, you are weak.
Embrace the void.
Everyone has darkness within their heart.
Just let me do the thinking for you, alright?
Because I am you.
You must become angrier, out of control.
Look upon yourself and despair.
This is your reward, take it.
The thing that you’ve been searching for is right here.
I am weak.
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