Vacant

Vacant

A Chapter by Sir Drift & Mr. Pulse

Where there was emotion
A bloomed tree
Now laid out in fire
Set my heart free
Steal it and take it away
I have no need for it anymore
Not where I am headed
A black holes door

And once the Ocean swallows my soul
I need no more tears
No more smiles
No more fear
All that is left is a shell
One which will be a pleasing to break
Take this silly heartache
And let my spirit mourn

Replace it with agony
Feed me pain
Inject in me a lightning
Which will cause an everlasting rain
To drown this emotion
To tear away this love
Because there weren’t any feathers
On this black dove

So spare me the hallow words
Silence the moan
For in all beginnings
An ending shall be shown


© 2018 Sir Drift & Mr. Pulse


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Sir Drift & Mr. Pulse
Sir Drift & Mr. Pulse

Worcester, MA



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My writing is strongly based on science, culture, myths and fantasy. I do enjoy poem writing but short stories are my passion, I am developing a few novels as well. I am looking for any critique that .. more..

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