Never am I yours wholeheartedly.
You are lost.
Nowhere. Nothing.
Temporary. Inexact.
A walking corpse; lending yet prohibited.
Authorizing every spirit,
Authoritative-
Every ground closed off far from some actually known out there.
Many closures.
Shut without any meaningless apparitions.
Suppress.
Without much bluntness.
Outing their within: hate, considerable oblivion.
That is
Smiling for another day before them.
-Tiffany Tromp
Tiffany this is very beautiful! I love the tone of the poem, in a typical conversation the sentence structures might seem odd to others, but in this poem I really really love them! I think you did a great job making a dark theme beautiful!