Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Hollow halls,
Haunting pain.
Emptyness running through the vein.
Colorless, a world, bled dry of purpose.
Of passion,
Of the will to live.
A Victim, victimized,
Again, and over again.
Drained, bereft.
Yet forced to carry on,
Forced to exist.
Starved of love,
Raped in heart.
The haunted shell, of what once was
A Soul, shriveled,
Like a raisin, dried, denied
Of all it ever wants.
Sent to suffer, marching
into eternity,
dust on the wind,
and never,
final rest.


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