Surrender
In the empty, hollow places,
I hear the echo of my haunted soul;
perched upon the edge,
I am swallowed by the darkness,
unraveled, drowning in the madness;
shivering in the abandon,
the wasteland that was once me,
the broken pieces scattered upon the wind;
wrapped in the sorrows,
the ever suffocating silence
of endless surrender.
2 Comments:
Hi Hope
Somehow this reminds me of a girl that worked in the kitchen of the bar I used to own. When she would get done with her shift, I would buy the first round of 'Screamin Nazis':) She was more melancholy than the both of us combined. For Christmas she bought me a clock that runs backwards which still hangs in my home. A good, but sad, friend I hope is doing well wherever she is...
More melachony than two combined...that breaks me heart.
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