The Harrowing of Hallowing existence
Burrows its Hollowing roots
into my chest.
Such is the hand I've been dealt,
no ace nor face,
just the regular numbers serving as an omnipresent reminder
that mine is up.
And as I put my head down and cover up my ears to blockout the meaningless monotonous whirr of the machine of life,
my chin is pulled up and a bright light shone
in my eyes as it said to me
It said...
...
But it never spoke.
Such is the hand I've been dealt,
no ace
no face
no words even.
Nothing.
- Dorian. C. Major
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