there are no people here.
you may hear a whisper
you might even hear a cry.
but my dear,
i so sincerely fear,
there are no people here.
all thats left
are those who
leave all their love behind.
those who moved through
all their emotions in their mind.
dump them on the ground,
throw them in the sound,
make sure their feelings have been drowned.
before all of this torment,
people usually spent
all of their emotions and love
in others like them.
instead of
what they do now.
their souls are now endowed
for the price of not getting hurt
so their emotions were advert
and pushed aside.
and then the devil came to play
and said ‘i can take every single emotion away’.
so he did,
for the price of a soul.
and now everyone
is anything but whole.
they just walk around,
lifeless and dead,
rather than their hands holding their weeping head.
they dont want to feel sad,
they dont want anything but to feel glad.
they dont want to care,
even though they do.
they emotions are what made them square.
now they have nothing left,
due to the devil’s theft.
now my dear,
the time is here.
where i cant stand my emotions no longer.
and im growing more weak,
and less stronger.
the devil has arrived for his pay.
and this is my way,
of saying ‘i should’ve said no’,
when the boy from while ago,
said nothing but,
'i love you.
and i hope you feel the same too.’