Hollowed vessel, shattered remains
A broken shield, now, a tempered shell
Once a beacon of light, purged, expunged
Now a demon unto itself
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Adrift within a boundless space
Yet, every horizons end,
Are frigid bars to a cage
The sky, a warden, a priest, an executioner
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Life is but a memory, almost forgotten
As much as the soul, is a gentle whisper
Never to echo in the bowels of darkness
Whatever is left, shall linger, shall die
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I walk among the living
Laugh, cry, and feel like they do
And yet I am a walking void
An existence without meaning, without purpose
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Death is a prize for effort
For a struggle futile and vain
And yet I wander,
Searching for something that can never be reclaimed
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Now I flutter among the living
Awaiting salvation or damnation
Haunting what once was,
And what will never be.
-graydarksoul
