The Living Death
Cries piercing the darkness of my soul
Cries left unanswered except by death.
My cold lifeless eyes do not see
And I wonder why I bother to breathe.
I am left without a thing to live for
My loved ones are all lost,
There is nothing for me to be
Except alone in a cruel, harsh world.
There is nothing for me.
The emptiness of Revenge
Is all there is for me
Besides, the Peace of sweet death.
Never Again, Never again Mother.
The crimes shall be answered for
So that together can we
Live in peace yet again.
K. C. Hulsman
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