VacantA Chapter by Sir Drift & Mr. Pulse
Where there was emotion
A bloomed tree Now laid out in fire Set my heart free Steal it and take it away I have no need for it anymore Not where I am headed A black holes door And once the Ocean swallows my soul I need no more tears No more smiles No more fear All that is left is a shell One which will be a pleasing to break Take this silly heartache And let my spirit mourn Replace it with agony Feed me pain Inject in me a lightning Which will cause an everlasting rain To drown this emotion To tear away this love Because there weren’t any feathers On this black dove So spare me the hallow words Silence the moan For in all beginnings An ending shall be shown © 2018 Sir Drift & Mr. Pulse |
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Added on December 11, 2018 Last Updated on December 11, 2018 AuthorSir Drift & Mr. PulseWorcester, MAAboutMy writing is strongly based on science, culture, myths and fantasy. I do enjoy poem writing but short stories are my passion, I am developing a few novels as well. I am looking for any critique that .. more..Writing
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