Chapter 8: The Heart and Soul of an Animal

There is nothing here

It is too empty for even an echo

A bottomless pit of nothingness

Is it your heart?

There is no heat here

It is too cold for even ice

A frozen impossible wasteland

Is it your soul?

 

But no…

The second is your heart

The first is your soul

Your lack of emotion

Restraint, Control

My screams whispered softly

So only you hear

Though like daggers they should pierce

The disappear

A dark empty void

Reaches up to consume

Your sacred salvation

My undoing, my doom