Today I killed.
What love was left in me is dead,
stifled by reason and by pain.
Burned us both to ash,
to stop the fire from raging,
to dry the tears and sear the hearts.
Today I crawled out of my soul -
an empty husk of hope and dreams,
left it wither in the cold,
went along the way and be who they want me to.
Heartless, loveless and alone,
what loved you - dead,
what hated me - still living.
What you loved in me is gone -
the suicide of faith and of despair.
Today we died.
----------------------------------------------------
The poem image also appears on MeMyselfAndEla's blog here
----------------------------------------------------
The poem image also appears on MeMyselfAndEla's blog here
No comments:
Post a Comment