This Dark Hole, This Cold Space
This dark hole
This cold space
This task I must fulfill
To find, to hunt and kill
Disappear without a trace
This cold hole
This dark space
My mind breaks a little with each spent round
My heart beats to a cold, empty sound
Life taken without a trace
Cold hole, dark place
This is where I am
This is what I am
No saving grace
Dark hole, cold space
Living off the land
The earth, the mud, the dank
Chilling embrace
This dark soul, this cold face
Cold eyes reflect the glow
Of death in the killers face
Assassin, agent, soldier, Unknown?
No one will ever know
The cost of my sacrifice
I am the dark hole, I am the cold space.
Copyright © A Yorkshire Poet | Year Posted 2016
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