A man without emotion...

October 30, 2015

A man without emotion,

Is a shell without devotion,

For any passion set in motion,

Cursed without a potion...

Existence alone is not enough,

to quell the fear of ever being enough...

We trust people and lust after things that haven't even mattered.

With every day I see that I did these things and I can't help feeling shattered...

How does one find themselves in a pitch black place...

Remembering the sweet satisfaction of what use to matter so much,

but now too far to touch...

It leaves the soul hopeless and gray, I wouldn't blame it if It didn't want to stay...

Be on your way, there's no need to pray for me.

It's a burden that will stay with me.

And there's nothing you can say to me, to make me, me again...

I'm sorry if my eyes are grey, I know you remember how they were blue.

I do too. But there's nothing I can do.

I hate seeing you, knowing you're so sad to see me empty...

I am a shell without devotion,

with no passion set in motion

and cursed without a potion...

but still I'll try to be who I used to be...

I really miss me...

I just wish that I could see...

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