Soul Pushed by Emptiness

I know the rage from this heat

That flows around and sticks to metal.

I feel all good spill violently

Through a painful hole

Below my ribs and unseen.

Heart is gone.

I melt over the liver as butter.

The heat of my soul is also gone.

It sticks to the metal.

The metal is wicked.

It smashes my mind.

Telling me you hate me.

It’s none of my business.

My emptiness is cruel.

It is crueler than you.

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  1. #1 by fillingahole on December 18, 2010 - 8:05 pm


    • #2 by Carl on December 19, 2010 - 7:37 am

      I appreciate your taking the time to comment. I admire your material greatly, so this means a lot to me. Thank you.

      • #3 by fillingahole on December 21, 2010 - 7:18 pm

        Thank you!!
        feeling is mutual, so Im poking around

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