I so feel cold.
I am not used to that with you.
Your words they feel so empty.
I used to think that they were true.
No longer do you stir my emotions.
No Good.
Nor Bad.
Like blue lips where blood doesn\'t flow.
It\'s dead.
No more does my mind wander with thoughts of what could have been or may still be...
Those visions have been replace by the hasrh reality of things,
I started as a vibrant masterpiece.
A carefully crafted version of me.
And with every fight
With every lie
With every assault
You added a little more black to my canvas.
And now there is nothing left for you here.
Completely devoured in the black...
Muted tones where love used to live.
An cold abyss,
A endless void,
But in some ways this new found void is good.
With no happiness,
There is no idea of sadness,
With no hope,
There is no reason to be let down.....again
With no pleasure,
Comes no pain
and quite honestly
I am becoming fond of the darkness here.
-B-