I MOURN
Though your body draws breath,
Your soul is long since dead.
Though your eyes are open,
They no longer see.
I mourn for a man,
Long since dead to me.
All that remains to mock,
Is a shell of his former self.
Though a pulse maybe found,
Your heart has forever died.
Though your voice maybe heard,
It no longer stirs emotion.
I mourn for a man,
Who's laughter filled me.
Here sits a plain carbon copy,
Stamped clearly VOID.
written by Me Dec.22nd 2009
Tina "Tantalizing Tina" Playful
- 14 years, 11 months, 1 day ago