I feel them lurking,
just below the bright exterior,
the remnants of darkness.
Their fury burns with black fire,
their watery depths surge down below,
their howls echo on the winds.
They're a decomposing corpse
I have tea with every day,
their maggots acting as sweetener.
I hold onto them,
as a reminder
of how things once were.
But these remnants of darkness
try to lure me back,
they tempt me.
“Maggots taste wonderful,”
they say,
“it would be so easy...”
-Zero
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