Dream Destructive

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     Not ever again, The decaying scar of hope within would rather dream of hope than to be seen or crash once more... The heart can only take so much an epic toll, It bears too many self cauterized wounds already, Knife from the storm of eternity burns the flesh raw with magic tones of hatred and healing...

     Left all hopeful dreams behind the white flames of the moon's echo within, Grey heart of mine long ago died, Just couldn't amidst that the fire inside this flesh and bones was nothing but a logical realm of a violent storm, Waiting to compromise morality &  beliefs for a tragedy: A dying child's sex trafficked sold off yet stolen future...

     Yes, the equilibrium of fate binds me to these pages, Forever transcribing the lowest peaks of inhumanity's dead globe of conscience condition, Tonight I write in hopes to die, Never the less empty of... Characters to describe, the dreams within me so destructive.

In earnest anticipation of,
Love