i am constantly plagued with nightmares, of black holes consuming and gnawing and swallowing the light around me. it is never ending.
i am ripped apart by inexplicable gravity which first starts with skin and then to muscle and bone.
clinging to stars slowly dying; dark matter decaying. i hold my breath but there will be no oxygen left.
these nightmares, these violent dreams
leave scars and burns which embed themselves in the back of my eyelids. whenever i close my eyes, i am drawn in by the dark once more.
sometimes i fear i will never wake up...
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CATHARSIS
Poetrythe purification or purgation of the emotions (especially pity and fear)