Friday, July 27, 2012

Pounding, Pounding

Will I ever get relief from this pounding, pounding in my head? Will the dry, burning of my eyes ever feel relief? Pounding. Pounding. I beg of you to stop your torment. Please, do not rip my life and my love from my hands! You have not listened to my desperate cries. You have torn my heart from my chest and left me empty. A gaping hole. The life is gone. I feel nothing. You look at me and say "it is for your good." It is good you say? How can it be good to exist as a cold and empty shell...Pounding...Pounding in this cold, empty shell is all I have left.

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