His eyes are locked on a book's blank page
He's a normal boy, and that's all I can say
Brown hair, green eyes, he looks like himself
Dusting off an empty book from a hollow shelf
The floor creaks with his steps and the window is cracked
Nothing is here, no one ever came back
A void within a void; it's as simple as that
No spirits, no secrets, just rotting dead rats
The paint is all dull; it's chipped and it's grey
The memories once cherished have trickled away
Dust covers it all as no stories unfold
No hope remains that the past will be told
And nobody loves him, only wishes he'd fall
How could one love a boy who has no soul at all?
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Random Short Stories/Poems
RandomWARNING: May be disturbing or graphic This will contain short stories and poems that I write just because! Some will be horror, some sweet, some just plain weird
