I see things..
Far from beauty
But instead, souls.
Souls that remain with darkened faces,
And ragged shattered cloth.
Just like their hearts,
And their eyes?
I can’t bare them,
I can’t see them
Not because they’re not there.
But because I'm not there.
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Shifting through the corners,
Standing behind my back,
Why are they watching?
Why are they listening?
I know they’re not there.
But they are there.
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Curse these wooden floors,
Curse these twisted minds
Curse these broken bones
Curse these stricken eyes
But one thing that I shall not curse
Is their hopeless hearts,
For they have no heart.