in the backwoods of my mind i find myself shallow and alone. i find that it is very dark and the world only bleeds in the color of black and deep shades of crimson, they peek through like the faint glimpse of light through the thickness of a foul fog. within it lies an emotionless emotion. it fills up and swells with overwhelming compassion, yet is never released.... hence, emotionless. swallowing remorse and regret. the pains of a past and knowledge of the future creates a void in the present. a faint puke. the shadows in my eyes. it feels like my eyes wallow in the black. it is dark here... yet, i am not afraid.... and yet, i am.
lack of control by no one in particular
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