
An empty soul, a barren heart
Latched onto mine for life
It clung so hard, it choked it tight
And used it for its only light.
Until one day, as fate would choose
The light went out and exposed the ruse.
That soul it shrieked a fearsome shriek
And loosed the beast that once had hid.
With all its might did it fight
To undo what it did.
With all its hate it waged its war
To no avail it fought for more
And when at last, no love it found
It sought to put me in the ground.
This too proved a fruitless cause
Despite its legions, the war was lost.
It writhed and thrashed
With all its weight
It fought its self inflicted fate.
Yet, all the rage just sealed it more
And silenced its once trusted roar.
That raging beast, void of any life,
Slunk away -
To the place where the wild things die.
About the Creator
Pamela Aubrey
Writer | Artist | Poet
Exploring the world of supernatural reality through the shadowy lens of the matrix.


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