No Gods There

Lighted altars to higher ones,
as Prayers of better meet the void.
Wasted tears splashing upon blind eyes,
while Rage slashes at numb flesh.
Inner screams are the only songs you hear
as the bottle empties before the glass.
Wicks dying for the candles crying.

"Where are they",you ask. Only the dark replies.

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