His blood bled black like ink
His soul shiny and lustrous.
He wished he wouldn't sink
Into a void that's nothing wondrous.
He told us he liked it that way,
But we all knew he was hollow.
Like a tree dead on its insides
Into the cinders he would follow.
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Monsters Among Us
Short StoryThe mental health journey is like an endless labyrinth. While you're in its belly, the possibility of escape feels impossible. There could be monsters lurking at each turn, booby traps set for unfortunate souls, and, lastly, there is darkness. But...
