i dont feel anything anymore.
when the tears come,
out they just pour.
this is hell if there is one.
let the tears spill,
onto the cold floor they fall.
nothing more do they fill,
than the nothingness they call.
a soft whimper's lilt
does nothing more than meant,
damaged world's tilt,
reveals our lament.
let the tears pour,
more they can do.
liquid discharge of life,
fallen onto ashen dust,
the dirt filled with dna you held,
dispell this world of its rust.
watch the colors as they meld
to create a beautiful path
bundles of happiness
bloom in the aftermath.
May 19, 2017
May 19, 2017 at 11:58 PM UTC
i dont feel anything anymore.
when the tears come,
out they just pour.
this is hell if there is one.
let the tears spill,
onto the cold floor they fall.
nothing more do they fill,
than the nothingness they call.
a soft whimper's lilt
does nothing more than meant,
damaged world's tilt,
reveals our lament.
let the tears pour,
more they can do.
liquid discharge of life,
fallen onto ashen dust,
the dirt filled with dna you held,
dispell this world of its rust.
watch the colors as they meld
to create a beautiful path
bundles of happiness
bloom in the aftermath.
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