FALLEN
I am fallen, woe upon the world
For I am neither good nor evil
I keep no love nor do I hate
Have no passion to move me
Nor empathy to help
My heart is not warm
It is cold as stone
Solid and immobile to suffering
Though once known I wander alone
A pariah, cursed, empty
For those who draw close to me
I am a sink that draws them down
Their love is drained from them
Joy is sapped and happiness lost to darkness
and Hope, the last anchor, withers
Till remorse and hollowness are all that live
Sadly, I know it not for I am blind
Touching without feeling
Void of conscience
With darkened eyes I seek and cannot see
With dull ears I am ignorant of song
A sotted mind incapable of reason
I step to move but make no way
For time has ended
Satan has claimed his prize
Steven Brooks 7/11/2008
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