Posted in By Eon Heath 10 comments

Broken Verses
Empty thoughts,
Days of darkness
For their purpose is lost…

Wailing and screaming
I find comfort in the past,
Sulking and dying
Its shadow is cast…

Smiles all fake
I am numb within,
Beneath the scars
My wounds still exist…

Haunted by the voice
“why wasn’t it me instead?”
Life is a curse
Death has blessed me with…

-Eon Heath
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