The silence in the big room
A void of nothingness minimalism
Caressing my inner thigh like some love
That was the ashes on the floor
It was inanimate
It was real

It was real


Maybe the past was something of a string
That was tied to my soul, pulling me ever so close
To the edge of everything pure
In order to search for the remnants of poetic echoes
And scream them out
As if they ever meant something to me
The scavenged world that is my own
With the falsity that is happiness
Let it burn away into ******* ashes
Look at it
*******, look at it!
Now it is the real
And that's how it was
The blackest part of the sky is the stars
The black, black stars
who whisper sweet dreams of becoming something won't become
Oh the black night
and the dark stars
How it was
How it is
How it will be