The sun carves sharp shadows,
Knifing through the table’s surface,
Splitting me clean—like the fractured heart
Of the solar system’s ego

A skeleton, glowing in divine dread,
Caught in the bite of a merciless god
Her fangs sink deep, unyielding,
Tearing through my moral compass,
Ripping apart the fragile threads
That once held me whole

All that’s left is a stream of blackened blood,
A river of broken promises
Flowing into the void

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