Ex Tenebris

 In the distance, the sound of raging waves echoes. In a gust of cold afternoon wind, I feel your presence and remember every whisper. Thrown like an accusation into space. No turning point. Without value... The icy loneliness of our coexistence leaves a dark mark on every corner we have overcome without words. 

Silence is a dagger that slowly draws more and more circles in my soul, dispassionately depriving me of existence. 

I am broken, I am bent.

In the closed suffering of our absence. I am what I hated most about myself every day. A bloody speck of existence dust. 

Purgatory for life.

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