Originally Posted on Medium
https://medium.com/p/ba34dc7dbac1
In this darker universe,
Around others, I’m a curse,
Its colder and I’m alone,
I’m a curse of my very own.
Which can’t be born alone
On my way out,
I smelled my burning flesh,
Here, I see my seared head,
From the pending crash ahead.
I just wanted to clear my head,
It seemed to make me queasy,
And by all accounts I’m bloody dead,
The darkness of evil is what I am freely.
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