Vacant by Amanda Armstrong
Cold Tears, Streaming down my cold, pale cheeks.
My heart dies more with every beat.
My eyes, now lifless,
Seeing nothing but black.
So slowly I fade away,
A mere shadow of my former being.
Cursed to live the shadows alone.
No love, no joy, no happiness or hope.
Only the darkness to comfort me.
Slowly my body is taken over.
I lie there, Like a helpless child, As I am
devoured by the dark.