Black, White, Grey
My vision consits of these,
The color drained,
The vibrance gone.
...
hands trail down soft naked flesh,
the embrace of loving warmth
a shooting star falling in the night sky above
wind blowing softly through branches of a
...
a final sigh,
a last request,
the perfect chapter laid to rest,
the time is nigh,
...
An outburst imploded,
like the center of a sun,
a hole like a demons gaping maw,
to swallow all of Ra,
...
He crumbles like a wall,
made of ancient bricks,
his sanity reduced to dust,
the solid stone full of nicks
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A verbal battle,
the quick jabs,
and the slow poisons,
the power of the merest syllable,
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a Despair,
a Hopelessness,
a lock,
with no Key in sight,
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a door,
locked and bolted,
upon admission,
a key proffered,
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an emptiness,
the nothing,
now tangible,
as he reaches out,
...