Half story half poem to break your heart and creep you out enjoy
A man with no soul and no heart. Had his whole world torn apart with no one to hold. His mind begins to mold along with his blood which faded to black. For there is no place to ever turn back for this man lives alone with pain and sorrow which he calls home there is no change. For a man like that where the heavens have turned their back
On the man which is he for this poor soul could be me. No one knows really for sure as reality slams in his face like a door. But reality can be such a bore for their ashes evermore for the angels don't want him. Solely there floor for he is unclean this may sound a little mean for man who is unclean for the people who scoff in laugh will get showered forever in a analyst blood bath.
But don't feel sorry just for him. This is not the end for the time that has come. There will never be a bright sun ever again on the skin for which is man. As death grips the cold hand this is sad to be true life is cruel I would never lie to you as the darkness flows within his mind with humanity you will never find. With the pages torn from the book
From something that we've never had the time to look. As the pages burn so does his life for he has no soulmate. To make his wife as he slowly sharpens the knife sharper and sharper goes the blade. For his deathbed he had made. For this man and shall be true. Who even knows it could be me or you through and through this be nothing new because the devil is the only true. When heaven turned its back on you. This is sad I do know that there is no other place to go for every drop of blood has been spelled like a child crying for its mothers milk.
Now my children you have see for the sadness which is he. No one to cry for him. For his soul is forever condemned for the monster that has became him. So don't give up hope and your life because you're only human until the bitter end
