VACUOUS

I could have been pacified

If it were war in the name of love 
But it was nothing....
Nullity 
A void 
The pallor of the dying, not dead yet.

Did I bleed? 

It seems 
The blood dried 
In my filthy veins 
Sometime 
There's no whooshing 
To be heard 
Anymore 
The constant drip 
It eroded the heart 
That used to feel once 
All that remains now 
Are some festered scraps

Of a shriveled sore 

The clock sings 
Incessantly 
Tick-tock tick-tock tick-tock 
I'm drained

The endless abyss stretches on 
The hammer pounds at what is already broken 
Demons dance in the deep darkness 
Scars are a repeating circle 
And futility flows... 

MS