Who set the horizon ablaze??

Like our souls weren’t seared enough already?

Like regrets haven’t tried to torch our minds turning every fragment of our conscious into soft grey aches flying around us as we cover this dreadful transition between life and death.

Like some pixel of our once scarlet heart managed to save hint of colour from this mindlessly cruel world.

So who got this idea?

Couldn’t they see we are just a bunch of walking carcasses?

Broken and burnt.

Drained out of emotions.

Or let’s say forced to drain out emotions.

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