I was a black swan.
Emptied of passion.
Yearning for flame.
All i had with me at the moment was a keepsake of my failures.
How foolish was i back then?
To dream.
This keepsake haunted me.
It reminded me of my loneliness for it was my last memento.
All this years and I was alone.
Wasted years on a dead passion that my parents claimed i had.
Only to disappoint those who "loved" me.
Am i worthy of love? Of dreaming?
I guess not as I looked at the night sky.
I yearned for love and hope that only led me to misery.
I walked closer to the sky.
Thinking of earlier.
My interaction with a white swan.
As i walked closer, stars go from dots to lines.
Only to see a black wall.
Seems fitting for a black swan, doesn't it?
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Grim Reaper
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