The drugs slip away and yet the black stays.
Dark shadows color my skin,
Seeping through my skin and tainting my bones.
There are black holes in my marrow.
What are they consuming of me?
What is so sweet that they can keep growing
Effortlessly?
.
Smoke.
There's a wildfire tearing through my cells,
Devouring whole quadrants of my muscles
And the smoke has made the factories of blood in my bones
Sweet as the devil's apology.
It is infinitely burning, infinitely eating
And there is nothing to quell it.
.
The light on my event horizon is beautiful,
Bright like the embers flaring between my lips,
Caught in the cavities of my teeth.
Was that the entrance?
No, this fire started from the wound in my chest,
The flicker of a dream falling through a dark night
Onto the chaparral of my soul, burning, burning, burning.
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Silver Daux
Writer of the dark! Think of it like flipping rocks, the weird little stories underneath are my jam and jelly. Jam and butter? Just jam. Absolutely no use of AI in any of my works :)
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