Ashes fall to the ground
Burnt remains of a forest are all that is left
No one can recall what had happened
To make the world this way
Close your eyes
What do you see?
A boundless void
Of blackness?
Close your eyes
It is pure
The birthplace of all ideas
Hidden behind shut visions
But it is black
How can this be pure?
The most sacred place
Within yourself
This world will tell you lies;
We've known that for forever
But maybe we get it wrong
Just what they're lying about?
Do we lie to ourselves
When we say that black
Represents evil
And malice?
Do we lie to ourselves
When we say that white
Is for purity
And innocence?
Close your eyes
There is nothing
Why do you think
That may be?
Nothingness is black
Unmarred, uncorrupted, undamaged
Unique and beautiful
No scuffs or dirt scathe the surface
But white is blinding
Look into the light
Bright, light, white
Painful, isn't it?
Why should purity
Be painful?
Because it is all an illusion;
Live in this world of delusion
What we see as nothing; black
Boundless opportunities
Nothing to stop us
More space to think than we could ever need
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All that Remains
PoetryThe girl of paper skin and diamond tears and a glass heart lives and loves and laughs, but what will happen when her skin is torn? Her heart shattered?
