The healing of core wounds
Bandages from the cloth of frail
Attempt to cover the pain
Yet the blackness still seeps passed the fabric
Scars from the years leak the dimming
Shutting closed the time of brightness
Once, the suns had shinned their rays into reality
Now, long gone, that time has been destroyed
Dimming til the dark of night
Blackening the dead into obscurity
Desensitized to the land front of stars
Grey the world has turned
Color blindness to the dying sheathed
Rotting in the Hades of depressed consciousness
Colorless ruler - Abaddon of great self-demise... Can you not hear them?
The stars are dead now...
Cancer, hatred, consumed by ill
A mind - a skull flooded with death
Suicide, leaking from the sockets
A last gasp for air...bleeding from the lips
Grey ruler - harold of rope and bruised necks
Can you not hear my howling?
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