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Loss of A Good Man
A loss of a good man.
By witness he takes death in his own hands.
No sorrow is felt.
No excitement is felt.
Nothing is felt again.
A rotten corpse with movements still intact
A soulless pact
The devil knows
He is running this mans show
With temptations of the heart
Stolen and broken
Crushed beyond the means of psychological recovery
He's no new discovery
He's both a victim and prey
Not for reasons that can be understood by you or me
He contemplates everything around him
With a complete and utter sensation of indifference
No one and nothing matters to him
He is the loss of another good man
poem
by
Ace Of Black Hearts
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