When Hearts Die

When hearts die, a magical darkness is born

The soul becomes tainted and black

The whirling and twirling of those lively gears

Slow and slug into an auto piloted existence

Words mean nothing but the dark holes from which they come

Life is but a mandatory misery forced by nature

A pitted hole resides deep in a sacred place within

Slowly spreading the venom of emptiness

Decaying the outer shell of that emotionless void

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When hearts die, the soul lives on

Not knowing, not doing

Existing, but never living

Wandering, but never finding

Like a zombie in a barren desert

It thirsts but knows not what for

It waits eternally for a nothingness in which it already exists

Reviews

[Satan]

Dont ever doubt yourself. I enjoyed it :)

[olla]

I don't know about not being any good as a writer.. I liked this.. we all have to start somewhere.. this is a good place to begin.. welcome to WC..