Soulless Poem by Dislocated Heart

Soulless



Soulless,
of a becoming..
nothing but a body,
with no characteristics of
this 'personality'

Hatred,
fills a heart,
a fool,
for fooling around,
with those peasants,
of whores.

To degrade,
manipulate,
ashamed of such becomings.

but to bury oneself,
with one night loves,
and potato chips,
oh! What agony does one must foresee,
or perhaps,
go through..
to be..


Soulless.


Perhaps.. Love. I could be foolish.

Monday, September 15, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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