In shadows sharp, where silence screams,
A line is drawn through shattered dreams.
The world divides, a broken seam,
Each side convinced they see the gleam.
The whispers grow, they echo wide,
In narrow minds where fears reside.
No room for doubt, no space for gray,
Just flame to burn the night to day.
And so they march, with blinded eyes,
No questions asked, no voice that cries.
The edges cut, the center fades,
As truth is lost in heavy blades.
Till all that's left is ash and bone,
A kingdom cold, where none can own
The fractured hearts, the bitter cost,
Of battles won where all is lost.
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Lurk's Compendium of Dark Poetry (LCDP)
PoetryIn this collection of poetry, the veil is torn away, revealing the undercurrents of darkness that run through the human experience. These poems are raw and relentless, exploring the spaces where light fails to reach, and the truths we fear most come...
