I Used to be EmptyA by The Dark LordBlack the day to be nothing less than the beginning of it all. Somewhere between the gray, the white, the black, the story opens up to be seen by the few that look and the few that understand. Pieced together like the shreds of paper we steer ourselves between the falling notes in time, in the beat, of the drum of event. I hear the crackling in my ears, and that low end rumble that vibrates me to the core, the pulsing of the each cycle, of each memory as it crashes against the inside of my skull. Looking into the empty circle that has become you, two windows become monocular in essence as our focus narrows and we breath in the smoke of history. Our lungs become heavy with suit as we recall all that has been, and could have been, until we choke on our back story. Spin, Spin, Spin, the truth for the audience in front of you. There will never be a heart to heart, for your heart is a creation, so where is my hypocrisy? I condemn you for being what I've been. I can't bear to look back at the empty me, so why should I tolerate the empty you? Positioning, again? © 2008 The Dark LordReviews
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