Obsidian - the deep of
their beliefs -
come all too real. Reeling through
the worst of that, the best they thought
they had to give away. Discovering,
untamed, a need that bled so deep
within them. Naming it no more than
And yet, within its happiness,
they felt it bleeding into bliss. Was this
the love they'd sought so hard and long...?
Or could it be an opening that lay too far
beyond conception of the borders
of that ego they must be...?
The darkness dwelled within
As sure as light within their deity.
Obsidian - the depth that lived
itself into the heights of all the love
they could have given...
? Michaelette ?
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