Voided Not Validated
A Twisted Verse by Matthew Tonks
Falsities inbound, no sound,
a moment cut, a world unwound.
A slice of silence keeps me still,
no me without the violent will.
But what is left within the middle?
The beginning never solved my riddle.
The end will be the sum of me,
the world will cry what it can see.
It will see in the sky
rivers red as the dead rise by.
Forgiveness is not mine to give—
the sound, the silence, what I live.
The void I want, the void I take.
💬 Did this one echo?
Tell me—before it forgets your name.
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Written by Matthew Tonks
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