Falling Fate

February 4, 2011
Emptiness fills the space
That once stored my soul
Screeching cries
And falling teardrops
Echo through my thoughts.
Haunted with depression
I feel as though I’m falling
To weak to get up
Body bruised with hate
Now I lay here
Awaiting my fate
The wish for a touch
So tender and warm
The wish for much forever torn

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