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Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Dark · #2341320

A mans destruction.

Alone I Break (Requiem of the Hollow)

I rot beneath a bloodless moon,
Each breath I take becomes a wound.
The silence claws inside my head,
It whispers, “You’d be better dead.”

They pass me by with eyes so blind,
No one sees what’s they left behind.
The smile I wear, a mask of lies,
While something sacred slowly dies.

This world is cold,and I’m not real,
Numb and cold is what i feel.
Each heartbeat pounds a cruel refrain,
Another verse of endless pain.

I scream, but nothing breaks the air,
No hand to hold, no soul to care.
I beg the dark to cut me deep,
To end the need for dreamless sleep.

They say I lived the best I can
Does this not make me a man
A slave unto the words inside,
And still they ask me why I hide.

There’s no salvation in this skin,
Just ghosts of wars I couldn't win.
Is this what makes a man complete
To crawl alone down broken streets

No purpose left, I live in shame
A broken mind now rests betrayed
I stare into the blackest space,
And wonder who will take my place.

I’m not a man, I’m just a shell,
A walking, breathing kind of hell.
God’s never spoken back to me,
I think He left or ceased to be.

And if He’s there, He turned away
He watched and let me rot this way.
So here I stand, my heart decayed,
No savior comes, no debt is paid.

Alone I break—this much is true,
And when I’m gone, they’ll miss me too.
But not for love or what I gave—
Just silence where I once behaved
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