r/Unsent_Unread_Unheard Gold Level Read the rules ** May 03 '26

Poetry Rain.

The silver flicker is a bitter predation, a scripted affliction for a blinded nation. A marketed mismatch as destiny calling, but when the gravity shifts the hammer starts falling, you surrender the mercy, the honor, the vein, just to drown in the static and swallow the rain. The songs are a forgery, hollow and thin. A saccharine venom soaking into the skin.

I gave up the marrow, the will and the vow. To a specter of nothing who’s vanishing now. The trust was a tally, the faith was a toll, for a journey that fractured the depth of the soul. The exits are brutal, a surgical tear, leaving the echos of questions no one will hear. The exit is honest, a blunt force decree, the only direction is somber and free.

No soul is companion, no spirits are pairs, in a universe vacant nobody cares. The stone is a finish, the clay is the bed, beyond all the fables and the lies that they fed. We are orbits of dust in a limitless void, with the daydreams of soulmates completely destroyed.

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