Black wHole

My tattered skin too worn to be angry.
My splintered mind too arid to be sad.
My weighted soul too heavy to emit light.

My lowered, watery eyes too blurred for sight
as every moment encircles a point of zest

to never escape a crushing heart’s death.

There is no savior.

There is no fate

except fate.

Accept.

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