Game Over
Empty.
Everything is empty.
The past is a blood-splattered path
Of broken hopes and empty dreams.
The present a spinning maelstrom
Of loss and loneliness
And the future stretches ahead
More empty than all that has come before.
Hopeless.
Empty.
Dead.
Thursday, March 12, 2009
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