A Place In The DarkMature

Bleed like so many other clones,

In this commercial world,

Plummet through various layers of self-harm,

Dying a little more everytime,

Twist and writhe under the power,

Of forced and faithless torture,

We die in small amounts,

Poisoned softly and gently,

I bleed darkness,

When you cut me,

I have reserved a place in hell,

And a place in the dirt,

A niche in the dark,

Forever kept in the dark,

Strangled by secrets,

Choked by tears,

Locked in the blackness,

No sparkling, silver, grey-area,

I remain always the extreme,

No grey area.

The End

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