Aftermath |
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| When the burning rage is gone There's still the grief and the pain Hitting you with full force Like a red-hot bullet Tearing a gaping wound in your soul An agony so great You wish you were dead Willing to embrace the final darkness In time, all this will only be A dim, receding memory Everything will be gone No emotions left Only icecold numbness Your wish have almost come true A living dead, an emotionless zombie Your soul broken Only an empty shell Soon the silver thread will also break And then -- A blessed, awaited nothingness
© Amber Drake 2024 |
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