Forsaken

Thu, 06/27/2013 - 08:54 -- ib99

In which the darkness may surround, 

a single soul, yet be found.

It whimpers for the warmth of being,

some look, none seeing.

A lonely soul in despair

with wet eyes and dark hair.

Cheer heed this shell’s heart,

and death extract a new start.

A land of light and repose, 

the entity’s compose

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