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Emptiness the size of the world

Is bigger, blacker than death.
Scars instead of the wings.
Wings withered,
Wings wilted.
Darker than even death
Is impossibility to love.
One is always alone.


Death is only a transit train:
Hell to hell.
Dying will not be hard,
Hell is always hell.
Illusions are the worst.
"Never" has a soothing consistency,
Like a missing limb,
Like an internal wound.
Like the rain bleeding outside--
Again and again--
Black blood rivers.
Death, love--
The same.
Nothing but loss.
Nothing but lies.
Grief is the scariest
When scowling.
My heart used to tremble,
My soul used to soar.
Illusions are more cruel than axes.
Never comes alone.
Always in packs.
Like yellow-teethed predators
Inside my screaming veins,
Eyes burning red-green.
One is always alone.