Alone in a world,
A desolate world of nothingness
Filled with cruelty.
Dry your eyes, young child of death,
Your world has no life,
It's cruel.
So be it, nothing can be done.
Emptiness fulfills you.
You've drowned in sorrow
In a desert of loneliness.
Remorse, my child
The soul is dead
In a cruel world,
Cold as ice.
In heated sweat that drips down
Your bare chest,
Dry your eyes, child of death.
There's nothing that can be done.

© Anniemiles15