Peep Hole To My Dark Soul
I'm a thief
An unconscious thief
I steal
Steal things I don't want to need
Things that the necessity was given to me
Without warning
Tragic.
Love with tragedy
Reality reads tragedy without love
Love without soul
Tears without joy
Heartless heart beats ready to live a life that is theirs
No love lost
No love found
No love given
No love wanted
No encouragement
No dreams
No hope
While I was busy stealing a new life
You stole all of life's characteristics
I fumble around on the floor
Trying to put the pieces back together again.
They were all empty
You breathed all of the life out of them
The eyes of life
Open wide
Shut
Blinking blindly
Seeing through my soul.
Picking every part I've tried to place tactfully back together again.
Only to shatter in every bit of hope
I have squeezed out of the darkness.
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