The Gloom

imitations stand as our only model for a solution the anti-me gazing back through what i once thought was a mirror monoliths spoke of a distance never felt before and i honestly believed them, it took a freefall into myself to prove them wrong now i've become a ghost nothing so sad as watching the ground consume a god "you know when all is said and done we'll have nothing to look forward to" and with this i disappeared into the horizon my entrails were scattered like a ripped pinata when they found my corpse the child was mad with glee, tossing the prizes all 'round. i am the tundra barren and empty just like i'm destined to be