July 21, 2017
Here we go again...
I try
to keep myself...
I had a dream
That everything was alright...
Raindrops fall upon my eyes.
The Devil's pen writes the first chord...
I don't want to admit it
because I've been trying...
empty hole,
hollow mold...
..so help me please, for I am lost
I seek a bridge and need to cross...
I feel like a empty hole
that used to be filled with a lot of joy and soul...
Hooked back in by a callous claw
to face a darkened war once more...
Life has not been
what it should be...
Broken hearts do make
Bad containers of love...
Everything I touch begins to wither.
Slowly at first, so as not to notice...