It feels like a black hole has swallowed me whole,
the darkness intrigues my mind,
and so I follow,
trying to find something worth finding,
yet nothing is here,
no,
not where I am,
the pitch black world I've allowed myself to walk in has shown me everything and all at once absolutely nothing,
this place has no light,
no way out,
no glimpse of ecstasy,
no happiness does exist in a place such as is,
all memories,
the only thing seen other than the dark,
the memories are played in circles,
misplaced,
out of order,
all over this place that has no end,
it just flows in enormous amounts of darkness,
the memories are what keep sanity in its place,
where every ounce of pain replaces every ounce of love,
where love is an allusion,
an illusion,
an alluding,
remarkable world,
where all truth is marked as lies,
and where love never flies.
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