I had to let new life in to keep me sane from you and your memories.
I had to let the light in because the darkness was starting to consume me and I know that no one is coming to my rescue. I know that this means the ghost of you will flee and never return but I have to burry the past and let it rest in peace.
The living and the dead have nothing in common.
The past and the present can not co-exist. There is no place for happiness where pain is being constantly consumed, and delight is being found in agony.
As they say, slavery does not feel like slavery when you take pleasure in captivity so today, I am breaking free from your shuckles, these chains will no longer pull me down.
~Lydia Banda
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We The Void
PoetryHopefully these vile trenches can be illuminated. Hopefully the deep abyss can turn into paradise. Hopefully.
