Empty Void
I'll, no longer avoid this empty void.
The torment, driving me insanely mad.
Life long, memories forever destroyed.
My soul, destined to be lonesome and sad.
Quickly, my heart continues to grow cold.
As, the misery slowly breaks me down.
The damage done, no need to be consoled.
Left, to show my shame through an endless frown.
My demons, are now the ones in control.
Ripping me apart from the inside out.
Goaded, to condemn my sad darkened soul.
No one, will ever hear me scream and shout.
I start to mutter incoherently.
No choice, but to wait for death patiently.
6/11/2017
Copyright © Jeremy Smith | Year Posted 2017
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