Collapsing to my knees on brittle ground I gaze at my heart, particle of life, which has been gingerly laid out in front of me. This little particle has been detached from its soul.
I cannot cry a single, infinite tear for it, as darkened hands and regrettable eyes are dragging it away from me, fearless minds of deception and disillusion. This pain I can only tolerate for so long, somber and desolate my emotions become, numbing my reality I once viewed with a rhymatic beating of hope and faith. Now lost at the whim of that blackened essence, who mocks love and possibility. Questioning how I fell pray to his desire of awakening death, clumsily sown, all within a foggy version of my purpose. It is too late though, for mercy. One who lives in a dream will never face reality and consequently will be savaged out of all humanity joining the deceptive, reasoning of truth behind happiness of all faults. What must I now accomplish? I don’t have life as a bothersome tool on how to live. Send me back out onto the front lines so I can take heed to my punishment. I am just another blank face… blank stare… blank emotion…
Blank… heart
i liked it….
deep…well written