Burned Black

More delicate then the perilous balance that is society.

Burning Black
Burning Black
Burning Black
Burning Black
Burning Black.


Feebler than the oldest person.

Burning Black

Burning Black

Burning Black

Burning Black

Burning Black.

More torn then the most indecisive person.

Burning Black

Burning Black

Burning Black

Burning Black

Burning Black.

Who am I?

Burning Black

Burning Black

Burning Black

Burning Black

Burning Black.

Merely the charred ashes of that single sheet of paper.

Promises

I think you've forgotten,
I haven't.

False Hope

Black waters churning,
faces spinning past.
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How can we hope to answer
the true questions?
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We can't recognize our own
reflections.