The Chornicles of a Dark Heart Part 2 The Heart
ok now put your right hand over your heart...
and rip it out
try to tear it from your veins
and when i do i find...
nothing is there........
i look down and cry, i cry and say i don't know why? !
but I know that what I just said was a lie
I withheld all my feelings and now
now i am a void shell no longer funny nor witty
please spare your pity
i have no feelings in my hollow shell.
poem by David Knox
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