Mindless tears fall, being felt deep within a heart, no words
to express the sadness, it's sorrow penetrates all of it's
parts.
Lasting forever on edges of time, sending messages to outer
labyrinths of minds.
Forsaken totally, all absence begins inside where sorrow has
it's beginnings.
Lowly bringing upon itself all that does not matter, resting
unsurely beside unholy slaughter.
Taking always the road that leads to lesser paths, getting
lost in forests of another's making.
Setting out, criss-crossing your way over the terrain, making
paths, finally, of your own choosing.
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