Like an empty shell,
Without it's soul,
No power no fight,
No will to go.
Like a piercing knife,
So sharp yet so cold,
My heart it stopped,
It's stories left untold.
Behold!
It bleeds,
That dark murky red,
Staining its dull colours,
The heart's now dead.
Behold!
It withers,
That spirit of life,
Plunging into darkness,
Concealing even the slightest light.
Shall there ever be hope?
Shall there ever be light?
Only time would tell,
For now everything's broken inside...
Signing off with a touch of Emptiness:
Nickel Low CJ
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