Saturday, January 30, 2016

Thy Soul



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There is a hollow living in inside deep
Where emptiness starts to invade in whole
Emptiness to nothing that raptures a soul
Running thyself and thy mind into nothing
Until losing in a pitch dark of a deepest sorrow
Living thy soul without a mark to go back
Let thy soul suffer in vein and be worst as doom
That breaks thy soul into pieces like a dust
Causing thy soul live into eternal burden
Where thy soul lost and lives behind into darkness of emptiness.

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J.R.

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