Worthless
the crimes of the soul
the heart of the wounded
only destruction remains
The words of reason
triumphant echoes of love
Impermeable--
Only sorrow can diffuse through
Swollen and restless~

Rest in the arms of nothingness
Exhibiting nothing--beyond a hollow stare
Find me naively waiting there
Knowing well the inevitable end.

Engulfed

Rewet the pain
Let yourself be consumed
by inner torment
Raise up your arms and succumb
Easier than fighting the war
which begins anew each day
Darkness will not impeach upon memories
permanently installed in your mind
Seeking forgiveness from the one who has none.
A sick game we often play
When the trophy can never be regained.
 
 

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