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EMPTY


To stop the tears is beyond me.
A lifetime of sorrows press down,
murdering my every tomorrow.
I choke on the pain,
the taste of blood in my mouth.
Where once my heart sat,
a huge and empty ache
threatens to swallow me whole.
Enough!
I press my hands against my eyes,
angrily brushing at the tears,
trying to wipe the visions from my mind.
Black rage fills me--
but even this I lack the strength to sustain.
Another sob breaks through,
no matter how I try to stop it...
Despair washes all away,
leaving me in a nightmare land of emptiness
cold and alone.


by succubus


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