How do dreamers die?
The way we all do.
Castrated promise dancing in a barren ballroom.
Seed slumbers under ice.
Denial haunting things unseen.
We waited too long, and now it's too late to leave.
Fear not what is inside you,
Rather fear the hole in your heart.
The trauma causes shadow and light to forever dispart.
I used to know what it felt like.
I used to know what it looked like.
The noumenon, the void of eternity, endless possibility.
But now it's so far away.
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