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94 · Apr 2018
Fear of madness
kyle Shirley Apr 2018
My mind has departed from this land
maybe my soul still walks the Earth,
either case they're not on the same plain,
they seem to be traveling in opposite directions.

No destination in sight
my mind is restless and my soul is lonely
my heart is caught between the Middle.
Too much like separated parents
fighting over which one can have the love don't they know there is enough to go around?
kyle Shirley Apr 2018
With one last attempt
He reached out to her
The words came out numb, as he spoke
Destiny hit like lighting bolts
Striking down with divine force

The world paused when they met
Colors were vibrant
Senses all in tune
She smelled of fresh rain in april
Had a luminous glow of sun shine.

She told him its too late
he was her hardest heartbreak
with a blur she was gone.
An end to an era...
The wind began to blow

Songs of sorrow hit the tops of trees
Colors ran together and faded
The dark side of love was clear
Light has escaped his soul

his body was an hour glass, and his broken heart infinitely fell like the sands of time.
kyle Shirley Apr 2018
They didn't command pain with grand masses,  They simply came to take back
what wasn't mine to receive.
The four horsemen trotted into my chamber
Void
Despair
Punishment
And finally...
Death

Each leaving a part of themselves to make sure ill never love again.
Void, whatever I consume will never fill my emptiness without her.
Despair, wallowing in self lothing, itching at the skin without her touch.
Punishment, keeping me in a prison of isolation, slowly the pain of my loss tortures me and all I have left to do is beg for death.
And finally death... death leaves me stranded here, alone. Finally making me realize that I loved something more than I loved myself. Real death is dying everyday loving someone who doesn't love you back.
kyle Shirley Apr 2018
I have nothing to offer but my body and even then its on loan.

The divine heavens above or Mercurial Sepulchre below
will cash in on this investment soon enough.
Spoiled are my liver and lungs,
no good for harvesting.
The heart,
decaying tirelessly,
for its been unacompanyed for far too long.
Which lives the soul...
tamley caught in a custody dispute
on wherever this balladmonger belongs.

— The End —