Hide the truth. Smile.
Swallow the monster. Don’t let it out.
No one needs or wants to know.
Evil lives within, the girl inside?
Shattered remains that are slowly
being devoured by the demon…
or is it simpler than that?
A shadow? Darkness? Black.
She just wants to succumb
to the welcoming chill and finally
rest her eyes that desperately search
for a star, sun, moon, pillar, love, friend, God,
anything to fill the blackhole in her chest.
★
Hey, but did you know?
Blackholes come from fallen stars
darkness eating away at everything
even light cannot escape it’s
icy oppressive grasp,
shrinking, smaller
and smaller
heavier
denser
⚫
And what's left is
the single point
where space
and time
stop.
The end.
My end, filled with the emptiness and loneliness
that have accompanied throughout my life.
My only companions.
About the Creator
A. Nguyen
A writer at heart who wants to share my works. I want to evoke emotion in people when they read my writing but I won't ever know if I can, if I don't put anything out into the world so this is my first step :)
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