poem

The Dark Side

How easy is it to break your soul?

Do you ever notice the pitch black darkness

Screeching to come forth?

Let it out.

Let the demons be,

They are a part of you,

And a part of me.

Ravenous warhorses…

Waging battles with the shred of humanity that is breathing its last.

Your goodness has already lost.

Cease the internal toil,

Accept it, the hollow-eyed devastations have already won.

Welcome to the dark side.

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