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A Fulgent Darkness

Every moment brings vivid fears    
And life is lost within the tears    
Memories cry from deep inside    
Where hopelessness and hurt reside  
      
Regrets of all that should have been    
Incessantly keep crushing in    
Monsters eager to open wide    
Gnash you apart from every side    
     
You're nothing left that can be found    
And no one hears that crunching sound    
The snarling roars always appear    
Just when you think the coast is clear    
     
Terrorize and try you for size    
A perfect fit for your demise    
The poison fills you everywhere    
Gives nourishment to your despair    
     
So intensely you are made to feel    
The seething rage you can't conceal    
Existence only lives to fight    
Happiness that shoots on sight    
     
The trail of pain meanders through    
Endless worry you can't subdue    
You're powerless to get away    
From the tortures that greet each day    
     
Escape decides which way you choose    
Take any path but still you lose    
No place to hide and you can't outrun    
The monsters that are everyone    
     
Screaming silence is all that's heard    
Reach out but love's forever blurred    
Severed smiles and strangled dreams    
A timeless slave to your extremes    
     
The haunting thoughts you can't appease      
When worthlessness is your disease    
A faceless shadow outside the light    
Consuming darkness that still burns bright    
     
The seclusion that you know so well    
Defines the place where misfits dwell    
You yearn to find some secret place    
Where bitterness cannot replace    
     
The laughter that you used to know    
But tomorrows died there long ago    
Such horrid things reserved for you    
Your hatred has an awesome view    
     
Relentless stings that paralyze      
For every word's a swarm of lies    
The scars that bear the final thrust    
A testament to those you trust    
     
A future that you never knew      
While failures had their big debut    
The tragedy of what you became    
But the victim has himself to blame    
     
You just let go and fall below    
It's misery that steals the show    
Such emptiness was meant to be    
Through merely death would you be free
Written by Mourningcloak
Published | Edited 30th Jun 2015
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