The OutcomeMature

Deathly silence within great loudness,

Of chaotic, apocalyptic noise,

Sounds through hollow, marble halls of depression,

We accept that we may die at the hands of our souls,

We don't care if that situation is shocked to life,

Like some great beast because we know that the dark,

We wander through is vast and unexplored,

Most boundaries have been trampled down,

Most wrists and veins have been hacked apart,

We know that our hearts will be apocalypsed,

Each chamber fallen, reduced to dusty blood,

We fall through life, a tossed coin,

The outcome doesn't matter a damn.

The End

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