From the Corner

18 Oct

A thought in fear

That stole the light and brought the night.

Hollowed a soul to a shell –

Only one, the promise blindly satisfied,

Until their bodies lined the halls.

Grief will not hide your shame, grief will not give you hope;

Hope is naught but a word,

The end of all things.

I will come back for you,

Never forget that.

For in the darkness, you are left alone;

Everyone else has left you,

And their blood still stains your hands.

Remember now, remember me?

Not a Poet