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Dark Side

The dark side’s very nature is self-destruction,
Bringing pain to all, a dangerous seduction.
It spreads its madness, twisting mind and soul,
Yet it’s addictive, taking its toll.

The longer one lingers in its dark embrace,
The harder it is to leave that place.
Though they know it brings them pain,
They too must share in some of the blame.

But why do some turn toward its call?
Are some just born to watch themselves fall?
Not born to the dark, but drawn to its might,
Through circumstance or an affinity’s fight.

They refuse to judge those caught in despair,
For they know the weight they bear.
In the bleakest moments, it feels so near,
As if falling to it is the only way clear.

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Outsiders path

It no longer beckons as it did before,
Now it waits, just beyond the door,
Whispering softly, tempting the heart,
To accept again and play the part.

To embrace the pain, forget the cost,
Of suffering caused and what was lost.
The pull felt to give in once more,
Selfish desires shake it to it's very core.

Indifference tries to close it's heart,
But it must act, It can't depart.
Laziness will not be a guide,
It must find strength and push aside.

Discipline calls, and it  must trust,
An outcast owes itself that much.

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Cursed Beginings

Born into a Burning Home

What does it feel like to be born into a burning home?
To feel as though you never had a chance to begin with?
To be burdened and tormented from a young age?
To have every attempt at change, a brighter future, and understanding thwarted by those supposedly closest to you?
It feels like hell, in truth.
What some don't understand is just how far-reaching the consequences of such beginnings truly are.
Though fate is supposedly immutable,
Hardship and struggle will forever be bound to you.
You will be ostracized.
You will grow to hate.
You will grow to despise.
You will be blind to love and compassion, for you never knew them.
You will hate yourself and others.
You will be consumed by despair.
You will become jealous of those who cannot relate.
You will lose yourself to the darkness.
It will consume and manipulate you.
The sad reality is that some never regain their freedom.
Others willingly choose to return to it, for it is the only thing that makes sense in their miserable lives.
Even if you escape, the shadows and whispers will still haunt you;
You will still be tempted.
You shall forever be marked—
An abomination, an outcast, a monster.
Cruelty and suffering are all you see, all you feel.
You will succumb and become twisted.
Though you may not truly be evil,
You are too broken to stop yourself from falling deeper into the endless void of darkness and depravity.
Reality is often more cruel and unforgiving than we choose to believe.
It's sad, but such is life...

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Betrayal

Once again they lie,
Once again, they spin their tale,  
My instincts whispered long ago.  
Underestimated, as always, it sails,  
Through currents of pretense they choose to throw.  

They undermine, as though it's blind,  
Do they think It doesn't understand?  
A child's mind, they seem to find,  
Easy prey for the idle hand.  

Yet here it stands, more wise than weak,  
A heart grown cold but far from dull.  
Their careless schemes, so bold, so bleak,  
Have sparked a flame they thought to cull.  

Once, it hoped we'd learn the same,  
That trust could thrive where doubt was sown.  
But disappointment breeds disdain,  
For now, it's clear—it walks alone.  

No longer will it play the part,  
Of puppet in their hollow play.  
It's soul demands a fresh restart,  
It turns from them, then walks away.  

Again they leave, abandon, flee,  
And in their absence, it finds it's own.  
Let them lie; I’ll let them be,  
For silence suits me best alone.

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The Burden of Thought

The longer it ponders, the worse it becomes,  
This present, familiar, like forgotten drums.  
An eerie repetition sweeps the floor,  
An echo of what came before.

The task at hand, bleak and dim,  
An impending sense of doom so grim.  
Nothing ever comes with ease,  
This battle drags with no release.  

The scars of the past claw at its mind,  
Wounds unhealed, by time confined.  
A path lies ahead, unknown, unclear,  
A curse it must live, a fate to fear.  

Endlessly trapped in paradoxical scenes,  
Caught between what is and what could have been.

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King of Purgatory

The all-seeing raven, cursed by fate,
To witness all, yet never relate.
It sees no light, nor darkest shade,
Its wings spread wide, yet flight delayed.
The Raven Lord, lost to the void,
A monarch of what’s been destroyed.
What once it was fades, drifting slow,
Into the shadows it does go.
Pondering deep, a mind untamed,
In purgatory, it remains unnamed.
Forever lost in sands that climb,
A figure trapped outside of time.

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Chosen Undead

Endless steps upon the ashen path,
Each footfall echoes in the aftermath.
A world of shadows, fire long grown cold,
Yet onward you walk, alone but bold.

You rise from death, though hollowed inside,
A soul once bright now seeks to hide.
The weight of curses, the loss of light,
Yet still you press on through the endless night.

Memories fade, like whispers in the air,
Of who you were, or why you care.
But something deeper, a force untold,
Drives you forward, though your heart grows cold.

Is it hope or simply defiance?
To face the void in grim reliance?
No comfort comes, no peace you find,
Yet still you move, though nearly blind.

The fire dims, the world decays,
But the Chosen Undead, through it stays.
For even when hollow, with nothing left to feel,
It’s not in retreat, but in silence, you heal.

So march ahead, though the path is unclear,
What keeps you going is more than fear.
A silent purpose, a forgotten quest,
You fight on still, though denied your rest.

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Hollow

A soul in constant war,  
Ever pondering, ever sore.  
Fighting battles it cannot flee,  
A being trapped in purgatory.  
What it longs for, just out of reach,  
Peace forever beyond its speech.  
Why must the raven find no rest,  
Why brief calm, never blessed?  
Only to be thrust back in the storm,  
To bleakness, a haunting norm.  
What curse must it bear alone,  
Is there respite for this soul, unknown?

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Curse of Fear

My time has finally come. 
The consequences of my actions have once again caught up to me.
Though in truth i was never running.
Looking back i can't help but wonder what kept going wrong.
Why couldn't I just do it right.
To be so cursed yet blessed at the same time.
Fatalism inhibited my progress.
Fatalism weakens my resolve.
It's a battle i still fight whilst still fighting countless others.
The unfortunate thing is that i cannot say that i did not see this coming.
The present is what I've feared and dreaded for so long.
Fear lead me down paths i still regret and i see now that it is this very fear that has brought me hear.
Years wasted and for what....
I cannot look back now for there is nothing that can be done.
I must keep moving forward but it would be delusion to say that i am not scared.
This fear has always plagued me it is a weakness, a curse, an unwanted burden.
I've discarded and ran away from so many chances at redemption.
Frozen in place, ever stagnant afraid of change. Truly an acolyte of decay.
I must keep moving, i do not know the future and i fear it holds nothing but disappointment, pain and despair for me.
I don't know if i can but i must try.
I wish to at least fulfill my dream or achieve the peace that has always eluded me.

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Blank Face Returns

The transformation is complete once again. 
An automaton is reborn in day.
Atop its tower it ponders in silence.
Atop its tower it observes in relevance.
Once again it is disconnected.
Truly distant  and dejected.
A path it marches onto.
But there is no one at it's side.
It's facade still active yet deep down it hides the truth.
Recording and replaying never creating.
None able to reach it as it's solitude grows.
Blankface remains....