dark

Dark pieces fit in the puzzle,
Dark minds process the dark patterns.
Nothing light about this situation.
Within the minds eye, things twist and contort.
Varieties of gray and dark lights.
Stirring in the shadows,
Lurking and persisting it reaches out,
for a hand, for some semblance of being.
It reaches out because it can.
For everything it touches turns to ash.
corporeal hatred and smite.
life withers and decays in its presence.
It grows weary and desolate.
Sadness breaks its surface,
How lonely and cruel to be unable to touch.
Yet it is content at the destruction it causes.
The body count just adds to its anger.
Smiling at its human wreckage it decimates more.
It has purpose.
Laughter in the midst of a dark storm.
Darkness is complete.
If only light were as wanton with its freedoms.

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