Nothing Left
Scorch me
This soul of youth
This innocence
This ignorance
Burn me through
'till the skin is numb
And the flesh is charred
Ensure that love is dead
That this fire fuels my anger
And in my blackened soul
There is nothing but the smoldering
Ashes of a wasted life
In the ruins of a supposed life
My apparent underwhelmingly
Vast intellect is abandoned
Laying here in my post apocalypse
A melt down, self destructed
And there is nothing left but death
© Copyright Peter Lugo 2002
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