Tears of Nothing

Toopka

The tears drip down my face as rivlets of water. They fall upon the page of writing. They smer the words to blurs of nothing. The words that blur are what I cry for. I can only feel the nothing inside me. The nothing that consumes my being and eats away at me. I can only cry for the nothing I feel inside me.
  • Author: Toopka (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 23rd, 2012 02:30
  • Category: Reflection
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