I could have been pacified

If it were war in the name of love

But it was nothing....

Nullity

A void

The pallor of the dying, not dead yet.

Did I bleed?

It seems

The blood dried

In my filthy veins

Sometime

There's no whooshing

To be heard

Anymore

The constant drip

It eroded the heart

That used to feel once

All that remains now

Are some festered scraps

Of a shriveled sore

The clock sings

Incessantly

Tick-tock tick-tock tick-tock

I'm drained

The endless abyss stretches on

The hammer pounds at what is already broken

Demons dance in the deep darkness

Scars are a repeating circle

And futility flows...

© Manic Sylph