In the shallow depths of my soul, darkness falls
Like roots of a tree, I search deep for nourishment
A feeling of being abandoned, like a child on a doorstep
My inner-self has a deficiency
Don't tell the living my feeling
A feeling of being used and discarded, like tissue on a sad day
A feeling of being used and discarded, like tissue on a sad day
The need for someone in my life
It feels like a fight I can't win
Hurts to let nothing near
In pain reality is embraced
Black is my soul, hollow is my heart, cold are my fingertips
Visions of you are always with me, enveloping me, surrounding me, suffocating me, making me blind from life, as I once knew it
Telly Morris
Friday, January 24, 2014 at 00:16HRS
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