To survive there's a nothing to have and a no-one to hold.
A minimal gift,
A construction of solid gold.
To feel desire and be desired again.
When all the world outside is cold.
Inside is close to the same.
Just a vacant space where no-one else matters.
To live alone in a lie.
A selfish existence.
Where silence is shattered by the sound of blunt razor blades screaming.
Causing pain as they struggle to rip out a tender heart.
Still beating in unspeakable sorrow.
As day upon day cries into tomorrow!
By ladylivvi1

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