Alone
You whisper the words
The aching of heart
Hidden tears etched into soul
Caverns of desperation
Pillaged of joy
“What is the source of your pain?” I wail
Divided soul
Divided life
Can’t stand it any longer.
Blood throbbing, now cold.
No hope. No life.
You now declare, “I am the Dead.”
I stand here alone
You gave up.
Your pain is now mine.
I whisper the words
My heart aches as yours
Hidden tears etched into soul
You who were once pillaged, now stand to pillage
A thief, a common highwayman
You steal what no other could
My joy, my heart, my love
You wasted, you killed
Now I stand here alone
Divided soul
Divided life
Love throbbing, now cold.
“Why is this so?” I scream
All you respond is, “I am the Dead.”
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