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Mocking Emptiness

The words I utter  
hollow ash filled smoke  
haloing my head    
with a mocking tone  
   
this soul disconnected  
try another number  
I whisper to the powers that be  
   
that smother my being  
telling me secrets  
I don't wish to hear  
   
a hellish concerto    
I sing the song    
of the oppressed    
   
depression playing me  
like a cello    
deep melancholy notes  
   
dancing my part  
in this thing we call life  
all consuming passion one day  
   
riding the manic waves  
crashing against the breakers    
skull cracking, bones crushing  
heart breaking  
   
then blank nothing  
feelings foreign inanimate objects  
that I place on the shelf  
occasionally dusting off  
so I can look at them with wonder  
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
Written by crimsin (Unveiling)
Published | Edited 27th Mar 2014
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