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Apr 2015
the darkest parts of a human soul
reveals as rare as a full moon
it stands and watches in the cold
and silently waits for a dying ghost
it takes in all life, deactivating function
and throws out the remnants into the void

it comes out when you're used
leaving in a flash like the caudacutus
avenging the spirits that are cursed
for merely laying down their lives
breaking more bones than contrived
causing darkness to the likes

it leaves trails of red tears
on the floor and under water
from the lives of the spiritless
thinking there couldn't be another
but truly knowing in realness
that to be saved is not top-drawer

the veracity hurts comparable
to the sound of helpless screaming
when there is so much possible
and choosing not to do a thing
// i couldn't quite express this right
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