(Angry Poem) An Empty Soul
My own little picture book.
Everything has been drawn so clearly.
I've felt it so personally.
The violence never subsides.
Its deafening
Its the re-awaking.
We are forever changing.
The loops repeat themselves every day.
Reign the chaos in.
Put it down with forcefulness
Grab it just to let it go
Oh no, no, no, no oh, oh
The ins and outs with out a single doubt.
The rock star still plays his guitar.
The poet still writes his poems.
The author still tells his stories.
The vocalist still sings.
Through it all the passion will never fall.
I get that phone call.
And I know bad news has now hit my door step.
A death so sudden.
We can never be truly prepared.
In the heaviest armor.
We are still weak.
We still cry.
Even if its only on the inside.
Like a eternal burning fire you can never put it out.
It keeps coming back.
Taking another run at me.
Never stopping to think just maybe
He's already been through enough
But who cares about him.
In this life full of sin
What's one more.
By the way what is score?
Their winning good lord.
All bets are off.
Snuffed out, eliminated, and stuffed.
Just hang me on your wall.
'Yeah he was mine.'
'I got him good.'
'Took everything he had.'
'His entire family at my finger tips.'
It just makes me sick the extent you willing to go too.
Just to hurt little old me.
I don't understand.
Too naive, I don't know if I ever can..
Let me spell it out for you.
I have nothing left.
You took everything including my loneliness.
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poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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