Invisible, I am..
Sitting next to a window,
that looks cracked...
through my bleeding eyes.
I cry tears of sorrow,
the pain seems to be hollow,
with the emptiness deep within.
I fade away with my broken soul;
the one I sold to the devil long ago.
And I weep, and I tear...disappear.
Into the flames that aren't really there.
But, I can feel it,
I'm choking on the smoke in my lungs.
Whilst whispering the words...
"I won't give up..."
~ B.M.D ~
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Everything Is A Form Of Art
PoetryThe best way I know how to express how I feel; With words. ~ by B.M.D. A.k.a ~ Bloopsque A.k.a ~ ItamiTheSaiyan A.k.a ~ Me
