these are the last words

I am ever wasting on

you ever again

--

natural order

causes grief, sadness, and pain

its shadow eats hearts

--

shattering the silence

her cries echo in the darkness

never safe and sound

--

reflect the sorrow

mirror all your pain and hate

bleed it through the glass

--

the spirits are here

walking amongst us, watching

will you speak to them?

--

hunched over the white

morphing words into a child

to destroy the world

--

hate spreads like a disease

feel the cold tendrils crawl through me

gripping the pieces of my blackened heart

waiting for the moment to rip me apart

--

I stand alone in a crowded room

never watched but always looked through

I am a mirror missing its glass

I am a future with no known past

--

all the little pieces of me

every crack and ripped seam

broken down and bleeding

can be healed by you

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