Void

Void, cancelled, simply annulled. Endlessly aching, unconsoled. Life without you, cause without reason. Touch without sense, time without season. I face life now facing a cancerous sore. A sordid parasite that eats at my core. All that makes me whole, all I keep deep within. Leaving me lifeless, or at least not living. A shallow face, anguished and marred. An empty space, scaled and scarred. Sweetly abiding to a cynical charade. Secretly hiding behind a fictitious facade. Still lost within this heart of glass. In this fragile yet unfeeling mass, lies the remains of a love that glowed. The gift to you I once bestowed. But, honor and pride now bereaved - by your love for me so inconceived. Ripped from my inner depths, impeding - mind, body, and spirit bleeding. Now crushed to sand by your ruthless hand. A cold stare I just can't understand. I feel that somehow, somehow I'm dying. At least my soul and all that's underlying. A simple void, is that what I've become? The hollowed sphere on a pendulum swinging back and forth, emotion to emotion? Never once stopping, nor slowing the motion. No reason, no answer, no justification. The creation of a sterile imagination. Just passing through time as time passes me. Merely a nothing - nothing merely left to be. Sightless and soundless, unseen and unheard. Mindless and boundless, obscure and absurd. All empathy lying ungraced, unemployed. I live my life dying, unembraced, a void.