A SILENT CASUALTY
By TRIXSTER
The fear and pain
Wreak devastation
Upon my corrupted soul.
I kill with no emotion,
Hiding behind
A mask of insanity.
Beads of blood
Drop to the ground,
Like tears unshed,
Paired with screams
Of death
That echoes
Within my empty heart.
I cannot mourn for others,
Since Doom lurks too near.
I do not feel their lost,
Because I have already
Lost myself.