imonfire

Here is an excerpt from the book I'm writing and have been writing for five fucking years.

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i would like to find a wishing well. becasue the brokedown palace needs innovation. but ill fight off boredom with self-medication. refill refill. this shadow of life was meant for something more than these crashing walls. our feet cut as we run for cover. yeah. four grins help remind of the scaffolds built for us all as we crash down, likewise burnt and broken. stumble as the lights flicker dimming but never drowning it all out. climbing from the fragmented shards, fleeing towards the bonfires of a land already in flames. is there no salve for these burns that look so bad? communicate from home the failure, it is there haunting them all. but where are we, tattered and lost, not nailing for pride, in a silence self constructed. afraid of the grave but is it as dark as it can get here? with a fleck of copper can it change? alter this course, light up this ebony glare, free us all. i do not know where there might be, crash into this. just a wish.