An empty void,
Dark and inhospitable.
Desolate.
Barren and blank.
Lingering shards
Of a once beating heart.
Had it never found a rhythm
It may not have fallen apart.
A standing ovation
For a display of dismay,
Yet where he once stood
Only ashes remain.
The wrappings unravel,
To reveal a smiling porcelain mask.
A scarred face frowning beneath,
And the empty void beneath that.
Jan 17, 2014
Jan 17, 2014 at 2:27 PM UTC
An empty void,
Dark and inhospitable.
Desolate.
Barren and blank.
Lingering shards
Of a once beating heart.
Had it never found a rhythm
It may not have fallen apart.
A standing ovation
For a display of dismay,
Yet where he once stood
Only ashes remain.
The wrappings unravel,
To reveal a smiling porcelain mask.
A scarred face frowning beneath,
And the empty void beneath that.
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