Shattered

Splinters of pain

Sparkles of light

On slivers of skin

Emotional rivers

Run dry

Empty vacuum 

Long march
The nght
Tentacles reach
Moonless desolate
Hideous grief

Withered and old
Tired and raw
Rivers of rage
Molten but cold
Hardened steel
Glistening

Frankly some nights you just can't sleep

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