There, in that ethereal and black region,
a wound that my heart has not yet healed,
I remember that deep silence, almost insufferable,
and the despair of knowing ourselves in oblivion.
I don't know why, I feel so cold,
my hands are white now,
and my weak soul, released at last,
as a sorrowful and weeping specter...

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Copyright 2020 LIFEINVADER
Published on Friday, November 20, 2020.     Filed under: "Poetry"

Author's Note:

Composed from lines of (and in order of appearance): Soulless, Ghost, Tears, Duritiam, Rose, Home, Prisoner, Lurk II


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  • happilydepressed On Thursday, November 26, 2020, happilydepressed (398)By person wrote:

    Congrats on the win, : ) : (

  • carlosjackal On Thursday, November 26, 2020, carlosjackal (2568)By person wrote:

    This read like a whole new piece created from scratch. I loved the images, succinct flow and the hit of each line.

  • happilydepressed On Friday, November 20, 2020, happilydepressed (398)By person wrote:

    Feeling flowed well for being spliced together, much respect : ) : (

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