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Dead Heart

Dead Heart

 

Lonely hollow hearts do fare,

None see darkness in my soul   ;

And even less do care

For the empty crying hole.

A broken spirit weeping

Burnt more when wounded

Was already defeated.

 

Laughter not escapes my lips,

Blank void eyes blindly stare.

Slowly I have lost my grip,

As tortured soul is flayed bare.

 

Sanity deserts me,

Fleeing for a dark corner.

Incubi whispers crazy

Tempted I; a loner.

 

Now I hunger for more pain,

And with a knife draws rich blood,

Cuts my husk again ‘gain;

Away the life fluids flood,

Yet no life do they contain.

For in twisted torment;

In this broken black insane,

Life died very long ago,

And with it hope was spent.

 

Alan

-x-

05/07/04

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