He has scraped through the agonies of heaven,
Sifted through immeasurable souls
With the accuracy of the omnipotent,
And finding each one lacking, has sealed
His hearing to the voices he created.
He neither recognises or understands the
Discordant cacophony rupturing from his
Dystopian nightmare. A twin soul rises,
With open palms to shelter the bodiless ruins
That shriek for salvation.
Thousands turn to the night for the light
That it offers. The rocking lull of shelter and warmth.
The empty bottles spinning, the endless smoking
Whispers.
There's no silence underground,
Only the thankful murmurs of souls
Now cradled.















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One piece of his heart for every tear she granted..
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"Never take life seriously. Nobody gets out alive anyway."
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