Friday, March 18, 2011


Thick and cold

Encasing my essence

No hush left in my wake

I make not a sound

As tears stream down my cheeks

Even my crying is muted now

My heart, shriveled and dying

Broken without a whisper

Wasted, unwanted, turning to dust

Blows away, unnoticed

I was always less than nothing

Now even more so than ever

Soon forgotten

My entire existence wiped away

As if I never was

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