Harden

Custom45

Shatter.  
My mind, my reality, all that matters.  My life, my loves, what I believe is real.  
Harden my will to face mortality.  Forget how to feel.  Silence, so hard, like iron no steel. Nothing is resolved everything is real.  No way to combat how they feel.  Some remain silent others come to heal.  I have nothing left to feel, above or below there is nothing to steal. Anger rises to maim and kill.  No mercy for those that kneel.  
Peer through a shroud of madness with focused visage.  See nothing.  Speak to the one.  Find reason, find solace, find peace.  Anticipating what is to come.

  • Author: Custom45 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 24th, 2022 20:40
  • Category: Special occasion
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