Empty-
All I am is nothing
A wanderer, at most.
A spirit, a soul, a nothing to nobody.
A big, black hole where a heart should be
eyes that see through lies of mankind,
through years of pain.
Empty.
All I am is empty.
Seeing, hearing, feeling no more.
A zombie in disguise.
A heart that can't feel, bones that are cold.
Eyes see through lies
of all the past
all the present
and the black that we call "Future".
-Another poem. -_-; This one is really emo...I'm not in a good mood today obviously.
I yelled at a microwave...
Sanity's gone, the result is this poem. I hope you like it.
Input is much apprieciated.
 Skeleton-keys-n-sushi · Thu Aug 07, 2008 @ 03:42pm · 0 Comments |
