Thorn

I pull this torn from my side one more time 
This gash so deep never will it heal
So warm is the blood as it soaks my hands

Numbness
Cold
Darkness
Despair

This I can not conceal 

Ideals Lost so long Ago 
So Little Virtue
So Much Vice 

I Watch

As an another Angel’s wings fall to the ground
I cannot Even feel

No Sympathy 
No Empathy
No Pain

Emptiness 
Cold
Darkness
Despair

Within this Darkness
All I see 
All I feel 
All I Am 

I realize 
When you’ve lost the will to change
You have become that which Nature has intended you to be

Many Lifetimes brings One to this end….

gothicfree verse

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