Saturday, April 21, 2018

Empty

 

The clouds roll above black as tar

I try to run but it's too far

Stuck in this dreary place

Is there not a friendly face

 

Madness screams from here to there

The soul lonely and bare

Emptiness is now all that exists

Growing like enormous cysts

 

Soon there will be no more

Nothing but an empty core.

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