Emptiness
Emptiness
Is eating me
The evil
Is seeing me
Everything i am
Is nothing i am
Am i beating it?
Or is it beating me...?
To live, is to win.
And death is for dead
But living like this
Be not for the victor,
The ultimate dread.
Am i living a lie,
Or is it living me?
No friends ahead
Best friends to the end.
Befriending the darkness
Bitter and red
My friend is the blackest
My hearts gone, but dead.
Copyright © Criss Tripp | Year Posted 2015
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