They said, "the hardest of days will bring the brightest out of you". Who will tell them that it's not always the same 'hardest' that they've always known?
Sometimes it's about the darkest and the smokeiest alleys, where mirror doesn't reflect the same eyes anymore, sometimes it's about the coldest of days when you bonfire your dreams to warm your parents, sometimes it's about choking your desires, tangling your plans, fading your visions, hanging your soul. A non corporeal death that's not heard of, a crucifixion named destiny.
The damped roof smells of poverty, disappointment, blood stains bearing the history of battles, the never ending hunger of humanity(so called), they're laughing, it's dark, I can't see.....who are you?
Cannibal
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