Her eyes were empty Empty as her soul, blank as the faces of her dolls Sitting dusty on the shelf. Devoid of love and feeling; Devoid of empathy and justice; Devoid of everything. Empty, Seeking solace in nothingness. She knows not peace. But sits empty. Voided by life and her black heart. Made bitter by… Continue reading Empty eyes
Drink up Swallow the bitterness Consume the past Enter the fog Of nothingness Of no tomorrow No yesterday Only now and this glass.