Risen out
of most frigid hell
stand I,
tattered naked
black
in the eyes,
absent of much soul
in them.
Death white
and
claw toothed
I killed my way
free
of the falling green
acidic storm.
Exhausted,
crushed empty
as I forced
open
a wall of fearful distortion,
my body
melting, now
through any
sense
of logical light,
burning dark
tepid breath,
I -
I am through.
numb
in presence of proof
that a beating heart
was just a fairy tale
to me,
smiling little girl,
hoping, stupid thing.
at least there is magic
in a mundane end.
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