Nothing but a ghost

No heart has she,

Her soul is blank.

Empty as the sea,

dark and rank.

She lives in misery,

In swamps of hate.

There is no mystery,

of her soulless state.

She sucks the life

leaves nothing but venom.

Twists the knife

Into her victim.

Yet the joke you see is on her

Who she pains the most,

Emptiness to endure,

When you are nothing but a ghost.

 

Precipice

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Precipice by Rafell90 Deviant Art.

Precipice

Leaning into to wind

she stands on a precipice

of her own making.

He is gone nothing left.

Her past is looming up

Catching up.

Trapping her

In disaster.

Will she leap

Throw herself at

life’s mercy?

Fight the inevitable

tooth and claws scratching

at nothingness?

Or will she float away

by her own hand

Finished?

Time will tell.