The Singularity
There is a black hole. In fact, there are many.
It is hindsight that creates my vision.
Hindsight that swallows these saturnine words of mine.
Hindsight that has inadvertently created the end
To this little universe. To this. To me.
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The world no longer dreams in pinks and blues
But exhales harsh orange, feeds on brilliant white.
Empty black is left in the middle,
Warping out into a strange sphere that haunts the sky.
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My personal event horizon.
Crafted by black webs of lies and the microscopic truths
Spattered like bullet wounds across my back.
I ride the shockwave toward the red curve of dying light.
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The gaping maw of the ultimate end
Pulls the thin, glimmering light from my thoughts.
The vacuum drones and the water dries.
What's there to mourn if it's already all gone?
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About the Creator
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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