Chapter 392
Sad Truth
Pressure crack snap break
How much punishment can we take
Through my lifeless living heart ache
Pound the dull jagged infested stake
Withhold and starve
Laugh as I wither
Is it really THAT close
From here to thither
It is useless
To beg or plead
For in all actuality
It makes your soul bleed
What was is it like
To feel a loving touch
NO - wait - STOP
Is THAT but a crutch
Is the glass half empty
Or half full and tall
I must sadly admit
I see no glass at all
Nobody