Shrapnel And Ice

the forsaken cellar_shrapnel and ice

Your soul… my soul… just black stains in a cold, empty space.

Breaking pieces, a million crystals. A bloody explosion, uncontrollable.

A spiral, dark like a throat, melting around shrapnel and ice.

An unbearable sound, imploding among our ruins and ashes.

Silence.

Before the thunderstorm.

Where are you? Here, all the time.

You… your soul… mine… just black stains in a cold, empty space.

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