Flora and Fauna of the Forlorn Solitary Woodlands
I can no longer find any essence of
Happiness, even in my daydreams the
Emptiness drowns my soul and
Keeps my heart in a frozen abyss.
A reverie of the forest where the
Plants are singing and the wind is
Fresh, but the trees are stained
With the dripping blood of suffering.
Flora and fauna of the forlorn
Solitary woodlands, a sorrow so
Deep it has no image, it has no
Explanation, only a cold, blank nothingness.
I am done with my fantasy world,
I am through with reality and have
Lost all faith in existence, carving through
The veins my breath pulled from cinders.
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