Empty people
Empty heads
Empty conversations
warm empty beds
There rationality stands with a gun to his head.
he whispers something in my ear.
click. He is dead.
This is what he said "don't you understand my dear?"
"This is life."
"Empty..."
"dead"
I walk over to where rationality's body now lies.
his body now vacant. Empty. Dead.
I pick up the gun and put it to my head.
i say " i understand kind sir"
"this is deaths vibrant breath"
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Momentary thoughts
PoetryHello awesome people!! These poems are just momentary thoughts. I hope you like. comment vote :D
