Veil of the Void
It all fades to black..
When the red disappears,
Distorted lines of space
Following along a void of shape..
Unbeknownst and empty..
The mind called upon a voice..
Reflection of self..🖤❤️🤨🌌🫗🌌🤨❤️🖤

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PoetryNo context or meanings, just words rhyming from broken verses and phrased crumbs known as tidbits.. Sneak peek of my entangled chaos of writings, rants, short stories and dreary imagination..
Chapter 4.- Unconscious
Veil of the Void
It all fades to black..
When the red disappears,
Distorted lines of space
Following along a void of shape..
Unbeknownst and empty..
The mind called upon a voice..
Reflection of self..🖤❤️🤨🌌🫗🌌🤨❤️🖤