dark alleys of thoughtforay into nothingnesson the verge of light it’s not meit’s that nagging voicethat incitesenragesat its best – encouragesme to take the leap resentmentto thoughts of revengescalding wordshands like swordscut sheaths of oppressionexpose hollow claims power inpresumptuous handsfalls like ashruins ofdilapidated structuresgive way to free will Poetics at dVerse
Redemption
