By SolApathy

In the emptiness of my decay
Even the rot has been driven away
Lost to the abyss of my own darkness
I travel alone
My memories my only home
Even they are abandoning me
In this paroxysm of sorrow
I draw the blade of no tomorrows
Pondering the loss and what it really doesn’t mean
For so long I haven’t been seen
Keen of the emptiness of my being
I call to the blade
It whispers a sweet serenade
End this charade of a life not worth living
Nothing left to be given
A lone tear falls
No memories remain
I take a breath in vain
I slide the blade upon my soul
Let the red rain

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© 2020 SolApathy
Published on Tuesday, June 27, 2017.     Filed under: "Poetry"

Author's Note:

In the abyss I once felt the phantom pains of your last...Kiss
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  • Bornfrompain On Tuesday, June 27, 2017, Bornfrompain (917)By person wrote:

    I draw the blade of no tomorrows. I loved that line! Exceptional pen!!! - BFP

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