#battling - Hello Poetry

A pit of dark, the mist around my heart is rich with grey and thick; it sticks to parts. A trickle of faithless, sadistic hatred sparks an internal mage with a frightening claim to every thought, that chains from one to another hopeless shame it paid. The prince of dark offers a small glimpse of a face but as an image of strange and it's never the same. One small soft glimmer. Just as quick as it slivers in, it whispers away. What was once the pain I brought, the game has stained with rot or reshaped my thoughts. Acceptance was never taught as change, the mind a rock. Guilty of the crime of beleiving this was mine, only to find that I only stalk this place. Hopes not lost, just pushed aside to tame that monster of pride as it fought and gnawed. As it flicks its claws and throws every single twisted trick that its got, just to bring stock to my name. Delivered so soft like small drops of rain that clot in my veins through the thoughts that are sought to simply prop up my place at top, like I'm famed. I tried to **** it, and this only served to passion a rage — used as a passage for blame, all packaged in the most passive of ways. Not to entertain these words that played out like songs on stage. I caught the silence that had once been caged. Stillness spoke, I almost dropped it but then stopped in my place, left it to linger and felt the embrace. I lock into the now, with no worries and unfazed. That old monster still murmers yet it hasn't talked in days. With peace maintained through a unwithering stillness, arrived through the vessel of thoughtless play.

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Feb 11

Feb 11, 2026 at 12:39 PM UTC

Entitymagoo

Egofiant

A pit of dark, the mist around my heart is rich with grey and thick; it sticks to parts. A trickle of faithless, sadistic hatred sparks an internal mage with a frightening claim to every thought, that chains from one to another hopeless shame it paid. The prince of dark offers a small glimpse of a face but as an image of strange and it's never the same. One small soft glimmer. Just as quick as it slivers in, it whispers away. What was once the pain I brought, the game has stained with rot or reshaped my thoughts. Acceptance was never taught as change, the mind a rock. Guilty of the crime of beleiving this was mine, only to find that I only stalk this place. Hopes not lost, just pushed aside to tame that monster of pride as it fought and gnawed. As it flicks its claws and throws every single twisted trick that its got, just to bring stock to my name. Delivered so soft like small drops of rain that clot in my veins through the thoughts that are sought to simply prop up my place at top, like I'm famed. I tried to **** it, and this only served to passion a rage — used as a passage for blame, all packaged in the most passive of ways. Not to entertain these words that played out like songs on stage. I caught the silence that had once been caged. Stillness spoke, I almost dropped it but then stopped in my place, left it to linger and felt the embrace. I lock into the now, with no worries and unfazed. That old monster still murmers yet it hasn't talked in days. With peace maintained through a unwithering stillness, arrived through the vessel of thoughtless play.