Whiskey For The Soul - Poem by Shade Necro
Another Shot of Whiskey
Thrown down the hatch
Into a oven made of shattered glass,
The heat escapes.
but feelings remain in the burning pit,
where my heart once had been.
am i the monster locked with in?
regretting these feelings,
that ive etched in my skin?
hidden with a mask,
that ive always wore!
holding it all with a paper soul?
thats gotten torn and crumpled,
so many times before!
because i guess,
id rather hurt, than feel nothing at all
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