An emptiness lingers upon my brow,
Strains my thoughts and extends beyond any reason.
Like a filling without flavour,solitude without innocence,
Life without a hint of sin to overwhelm Christianity,
The emptiness is hidden.
Seductive in temperament, it tries to drown me in it's honey
like liqueur,only to be submerged itself in a bubbly white hot
substance.
To melt my heart from the inside, and to stab steaming daggers into my soul, until I am crippled.
What is this emptiness so divulged in trying to endues pain upon me?
It is myself.
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