Poem By Nothing For A Name

Pressure, sinking, drowning, suffocating.
Hatred pushing, closing no more light for those who've broken the rules established in a place of fake.

Horrors, horrors of deepened words cast swiftly by what those who make us hurt.
Because the very things that make us human,
live, breathe,
eat, sleep,
all these living things,
of what is too great for us to fathom fully,
are what do us in,
In the end.

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