The pain lingers as the orb
in my socket searches
the empty void.
Swords dangle in certain arcs.

Slowly the stone burns home
as emotion fades and concious
thoughts melt away.

Medication falls and burns
as acid and saliva
burns them into blood.

Unfortunately all
I see is the empty void,
and love like all things
is better left to fiction.

Salvation does not come,
and wrinkles and doom
is sure to come.
Like the sunrise.

And my setting hopes end
with nothing.

03/15/2008

Posted on 03/15/2008
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