The Feeling


He lives in emptiness
his mind is restless
wanting to give only
to someone who will care
someone who his frozen heart would spare
he gets that feeling in the air
when she runs her fingers through his hair
his life is in despair
but he finds a way to love
everything in the skies above
he wears his life like a boxing glove
he fights for the things he's been deprived of
he brings out his worst
he hopes he doesn't burst
his tongue is cursed
as his blood is dispersed
feeding the thirst of a midnight creature
who has but one special feature
he hides in the shadows
right beside his gallows
waiting for you to step in his shallows
to swallow your soul.

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