by Karim Hyderali
CW: Violence, Self-Loathing, Animal Death
Burn it down Burn it to the fucking ground Let the ashes of yesterday wash away as the heavens mourn for all that is lost and all that is made As I journey through the forest of introspection, I see it all through various perceptions Perspectives from my former selves that still dwell within this cursed land I stared at the pitch black sky and wondered why the stars have faded I looked up and slowly watched as the heavens grew dimmer A rustling behind me, I sensed that it was one of many of the God forsaken sinners that haunt this space As I turned around, a murder of crows looked into my soul and fused as one As I realized who it was, I froze and immediately felt tears flow Tears of sorrow, tears of rage, tears for when I allowed you to let my soul decay Regret for all of those that you forced me to push away I reached in my pocket and found an obsidian knife I charged and cut deep, but this crow was not ready to lose its life Slash after slash and cut after cut, the murder dispersed and as my rage created flames, None of you bastards managed to escape But still, my journey continued as I walked through the valley of trees Frightened by how the beauty of this forest has been replaced by misshapen branches and discolored leaves As the journey progressed, I stopped for a drink However, the blood of this forest is now much like this dried up creek As I painfully reached in for droplets to quench my thirst, I sensed another evil presence, one who has a widespread curse I looked up above me in the trees and spotted the silhouette of an ape One who has absorbed enough darkness so that there are no more distinguishing traits
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