xxxvi. emptiness

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No place to hide..

No place to run..

Behind the walls of my soul,
Is a fragile decimated being,
Marred with brokenness -
Scattered like shattered glasses,
Tainted with scarlet on every broken pieces..

Behind the walls of my soul
Is a dismal void called Nothingness..
All alone in this pitch black darkness
Of the gloomy sphere called -
Emptiness.

With no place to run..

With no place to hide..

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