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….
Copyright © Tix Tix | Year Posted 2015
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