Wide open spaces with
Faces that state,
"Why me? What have
I done to deserve this?"
Unanswered prayers hit the
Stratosphere where there's
Nothing but Black Holes and
Worms - wiggling their way
Into your psyche - leaving a
Vacuum, an emptiness -
A cavern alight with glow
Maggots - attached to the
Ceiling that your dreams
Crashed into and shattered
Into a million pieces - falling to
The ground below with others.
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