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When I gaze into the void
the void dares not gaze into me—
for fear of losing itself
in the abyss I carry within.
Like the cosmic streams, I have no fear.
Only the dread of a desolate war theatre,
where silence reigns louder than gunfire,
and ghosts march in the dust of memory.
But the white noise,
is an alarm blazing in my ears—
not of panic, not of pain,
but of silence itself,
a whisper too vast to ignore.
The walls are crumbling in.
The quietness of the stillness of life
strangles me from the inside.
But my sheer will
encapsulates me from my ills.
Cruelty runs through my veins.
My enemies feel no mercy.
As their world collides,
their blank stare slowly dies.
We are all one,
baking in this unforgiving sun.
Broken into a million pieces,
where shadows no longer live.
A testament of life,
etched in ash and silence.
A memory that still lingers—
even when the world forgets.
Like the souls lost dead at sea,
I will think of thee—
until the storms come,
and they consume me.