Ash,
smoldering waste,
what once was,
a reflection in the mirror,
a nightmare breaking forth through ones shattered mind,
the darkness waiting to envelope all that is left,
all that could be,
within a broken frame,
sits the image of sanity,
lost in fragmented,
repulsive,
dead shadows of the past,
as a storm rises,
to obliterate reality.
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