Yay, emo poetry!

Cold and empty
only ghosts of memory to keep me company
dark and alone
lingering touches haunt me in dreams
pale and lifeless
colours have fled from my vision

as my world begins to crumble,
held up only by pillars of unfulfilled promises and outright lies
all held up in reverance by a heart without discernment.
Blind to the difference between truth and fiction,
unaware of the death-trap palace my head rested in at night…


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