Invisible
By DarkBruce
Transparent soul, Blank face, Bereft of emotions Dead but standing in place. This inert body, This limp shell, Only a corpse Living in hell. Life doesn’t exist Except as a façade, Consumed by death Born beneath a morbid god. Written November 16th, 2001 © on Nov 16 2001 06:01 AM PST 0 • 1
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