Dead Empty Soul

05 Oct, 2015 01:20 PM
Speaking to an empty mirror
It said, can't you see
You are everything you want to be
But maybe you are blind
Seeing the world as upside down

Tears drop down
The crimson soon follows
This is what you want to be
But you were blind and couldn't see
What had become of your soul
So empty fragile and cold

Is that your blood on your hands?
Did you slit the throat of another man?
The lust of the blood keeps you going
Maybe forever but you can't keep moving
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elizabeth says:
08 Oct, 2015 02:24 PM

i absolutely love this poem !!!

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