I have no feelings,
Lost
A hollow sense of self.
I want what I cannot have and
Yearn for all that is beyond my reach.
I want to wake up gone,
Adrift in heaven
Away from a world that hurts,
If a broken heart hurts
What then of a broken soul?
Crumpled and kicked
Longing for release
But kept strung out on this thing called life
A sick addition that caves in the spirit
And turns it bitter to
Grinding teeth and evil eyes
And the heated urge
To bite and scream
To rend and tear and cry out
Why!
Fucking why!?
When music screeches
Against the ear
Like nails on a chalk board
No melody as once so sweet
As that sad and lowly tune
Heard with a shallow smile
Now so vacuously empty,
And long since frozen.
The dusty remains of love
Long ago set afloat
On the breeze of yesterday and
Left scattered behind the morning sun.
Run… run… Go
Be less and less
Dwindle and die
Fall softly off the face of tomorrow
And know no more sorrow.
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