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The transition from vibrance To the vast, abysmal silence Is one I cannot remember Suddenly a pale, ghostly fog Stretched itself across the face of the earth And everything went dead Simply observing as the world whirls by Through tainted panes of glass Ignoring all that was said The frosted line begins to blur Slithering ruthless and undeserved The grey stumbled and stirred Muffling my screams, not to be heard When did it begin? How did I allow the darkness to creep in? Killing the moon-child and planting a seed Nurturing a perfectionist within its greed
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Feb 23
Feb 23, 2026 at 2:47 PM UTC
Killing the moon-child
The transition from vibrance To the vast, abysmal silence Is one I cannot remember Suddenly a pale, ghostly fog Stretched itself across the face of the earth And everything went dead Simply observing as the world whirls by Through tainted panes of glass Ignoring all that was said The frosted line begins to blur Slithering ruthless and undeserved The grey stumbled and stirred Muffling my screams, not to be heard When did it begin? How did I allow the darkness to creep in? Killing the moon-child and planting a seed Nurturing a perfectionist within its greed
Lovestreet1968
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Lovestreet1968
F/Colorado
Feb 23
Feb 23, 2026 at 2:47 PM UTC
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