Is Bleaker Better
Clouds of despair engulf me in a thorny shroud
As encircling flames flicker from their blackened edges
Rising up against grand columns of pent up agression
Their sharpened roots borne of my pores and soul.
These forceful gales of torment that polarise my emotions
I'm afflicted with Life, I yearn for a cure
Hope flickered briefly, only the once, before it simpered away
How can you ask for assistance when the whole world is dead?
As previous mistakes hardly learned lessons
Get disregarded for profits
Who listens to the mongers of doom?
What do you expect when we are products of environment?
I was once a star!
Shining with a supernoval confidence
People marvelled as I held centre gaze
That was a long time ago, for now, the crowds have evacuated
And only thoughts of emptiness shatter the feeling of loneliness that's taken hold so deep within where even the darkness nor shadows dare dwell.
In the corners I seep, whispering my poisoned words
Congregating below the darkness
And all that reside within it.
Do suicides still face their balance of judgement?
If so I'd like to say mine won't take long.
But I have to much to
declare
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