Empty
April 20, 2020
Awake. I wait.. For what? Unknown.. I stare.. So long. I’m gone - I’m home. Is this.. My place? My space.. My throne? My cuffs. No love. Just lust, just bones - and skin - and blood.. No light, no trust. I’m cold - to touch I might - just rust. I’m dust - in wind. Blown by iced tides. I’m empty inside, love was my demise.
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