I have found a means to numb myself
To remove what confounded heart is left
For if what remains of it should break
All meaning in my breath will melt and I pray
Nothing will matter but my rage and hatred
...and I suppose what remains of myself
Removed? I fear it is a monster with nothing
To prove... A one eyed thing, a furious storm,
Hell bent to return what pain given / laid to rest.
No love remains if the only gift left is death...
Mar 5, 2017
Mar 5, 2017 at 5:18 PM UTC
I have found a means to numb myself
To remove what confounded heart is left
For if what remains of it should break
All meaning in my breath will melt and I pray
Nothing will matter but my rage and hatred
...and I suppose what remains of myself
Removed? I fear it is a monster with nothing
To prove... A one eyed thing, a furious storm,
Hell bent to return what pain given / laid to rest.
No love remains if the only gift left is death...
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