StevenKauk

Big Empty So this is our End game, is it? Done with waiting for :about blank:, the abolition Of happiness, devoid of any Semblance of The sweet solace that We once shared. "I know you must hate me…" No, not hate; I love you, however love Given freely and not reciprocated Freely is love lost forever in The vast and barren wasteland that lies Between us. In the wind I hear the whisper Of words, pledging That you would never break me, that You would never disappear again… They were nothing more than Empty promises shattering What remained of my heart, and left it Bleeding within my Trembling hands. A quivering