Less Of None

May 18, 2011
The intense black
silhouette against
stark white

His face is
formless,
His body,
shapeless

Eyes dance,
colorless,
around me

I scream as
the excruciating
heat of his
once warm glow,
rips my mind away

I run as
the piercing
sound of his
once soothing voice
rips my throat away

I think of nothing
but not thinking
of him

I stare at nothing
but not looking
at him

He sits right in
front of me
and I listen
to nothing
but not listening
to him

His name is
nameless,
and his smile
is shameless

His mind
now
mindless
but he's still
heartless





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