The age old question of right and wrong. The more we advance through civilization, the more convoluted the answers get. Truly, the grey area between our hearts, minds and souls grows more and more as we trudge through the grind of getting to tomorrow. The flux grows and so does human cruelty. We think of ourselves as civilized beings, but the gap between human and humane grows and grows. The less close we are to nature, the more desensitized and distant we get.
ink
Ink upon the darkness makes no marks at all. Scrabbling about in the shadows nails, bleeding, fall. Scratching at the doors to my own damnation, I call. Names of old, names forgotten, slithering, from my tongue, they fall. Fat, obese, they move upon the trails I've left behind. I beg them to stop, do not witness my thoughts, my crimes. But they continue, no heed paid at all. Those that came from the shadows eat me, my past. They eat it all. Slick with anxiety, I continue, appalled. Eaten, my fingers to the bone, I watch, enraptured, enthralled. This blood that erupts from my throat, leaves no marks, not even silence, upon these walls.
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