“Void”


“Void”

Branch out behind
Hollow stares
Catch a glimpse of His Disease
A twisted soul
Perched on the brain
In which it feeds
He finds comfort
In the emptiness
Another victim
To The Void
Fingers clutching helpless
Memories of yesteryear destroyed
Broken and weary
He buries the sun
Just to find another way
Hope filters through
The warmth
Washes him away
Drain
The Hate
Wash
The lies
Till all that remains
Are the echoes
Of His cries

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