Saturday, April 7, 2012

Cold

She is my soul
And gives me meaning
She is my world
And makes me move on
I run to stay with her
And jump through hoops
Because a world without her
Means nothing
But she does not want me
And pushes me away
So my world starts to crumble
And fall around me
As the last thing standing
I fall to my knees
And darkness fills my heart
Never to be exploited
Or pursued anymore
As a cold and empty vessel
A man of the dark

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