mute

expendable hearts
and muted cries
shine brightly in
the inverse dawn
where realizations
are coffin nails
and dreams become
splinters of hell
driven ever deeply
into lonesome truth
grasping hands are
left to languish
in this place of
abandoned hopes
there is no night
just heart shadows
and an ever present
crushing silence
to guide you home

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