Chilly is the wind which billows through the utter greyness. Into the silent nights do these wisps dissipate. A tinge of gloom lingers in the air, prying its necrosed fingers through the crevices of its crypt. A ring of silence echoes through the vast chambers before fading into the darkness.
I have long since learnt to release bitterness and hatred stored up. Its departure left an indelible mark of emptiness. The absence of negative emotions does not automatically mean that positive emotions are present for there could be nothing but a hollow shell.
I have tasted the contempt of many in the distant past; what difference does a little bile at present make?
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