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Isolated death
As you walk through the shadows of dead forest, cold, tired, broken. The sun's light a forgotten image that ceases to exist in your mind. Blocked by an ebony wall and stones of faded gray falling like rain on the side you have been trapped on.
Your feet feel the dirt rub against it like sandpaper, scars over your legs, yet your body remains numb. The feeling of pleasure only a mere memory that you can not feel no more.
Like shattered glass, you try to piece the days all together, cuts to remind you of your hard work and determination. If only the edges were smooth and easier to handle, but your life, not longer remains the same in a world that is constantly changing for the worse.
So consumed by darkness, snow becomes fake and turns silver. It's purpose means nothing in your pit of mud. Rain becomes acid burning away your cloths, the naked body exposed like when you were brought into this world.
The falling leaves show the time, your end is near. Time wasted, and your life passing by, not a single trace of hope at this point.
Once more you are trapped in a nightmare, an ongoing circle of what your life has fallen apart from. Thought's no longer significant, food like ash on your tongue, deaf in the ear, blinded by sorrow, and your voice never again to be heard.
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Community Member
Yet again you amaze me.
Funny thing is that I wrote something last night something like this.
But yet its so different.
I might post it up a little later.
(I GET FIRST COMMENT! YAY)