I Am Dead


Hope. Love. Passion.

These words are spiteful to me.

Hate. Pain. Loss.

My best friends.

I find no joy in this life, only sadness.

I feel disdain for the people around me.

While they run about, sharing their feelings of love,

I can see Pain watching their every move, waiting for the right moment to tear them apart,

Making them dead to the world.

A victim of lust, not love.

A prisoner to their thoughts, hopeless, loveless, passionless.

Just like me.

I am dead.

I am death.

I am lost love, lost hopes and dreams.

I am a prisoner.

I am a victim.

I, am dead.
The End

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