This was the day after.
I kept thinking that violence was the answer,
But in truth it feels empty.
Every wrong step, wrong thought,
Wrong process of information, makes me
Feel like a hollow being.
Even now as death has came closer to our door,
I have not wanted to ask him to kill
For me.
I am not spiteful now.
I am on E.
Empty.
Lifeless.
A body that works like a complex machine
Cannot possibly feel for violence.
I apologize in advance.
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The Beginning To The End
PoetryI've never been a poet, that much is certain, but I can tell you that it does get written. A lot. These are the collections of my poetry I've written, and some of them hit hard for me.
