by Westley Nash
There is a dead space inside my soul,
where all feelings are frozen by a darkness cold.
A starless void where my light descends,
where emotions die and their memories end.
Nothing exists here and nothing survives,
my compassion bleeds out to a silent demise.
Drifting and falling into places afar,
all empathy collapsing like a dying star.
Eyes shining bright with a darkening glow,
there is no one left here, no substance to show.
All the rage and the sorrow have taken their toll,
gave birth a dead space inside of my soul.