"A thing"
Skull
abysmal holes of oblivion
perched solemnly glaring
judgmental sockets full of empty lust
sulking nose harvesting dust
cranium smooth and refined
logic worn away by time
fragility fractured and scared
jaw loose losing speech
empty words forgotten
image of humanity under dust
I wanted to take something that was dead and bring life back to it, so i chose a skull. The shade of past life.
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