Selling My Sole

by Emm   Sep 5, 2005


I've heard so many times the death ringing in my ear.
No one hears.
Only me.
The ringing, singing, whispering, screaming.
Let me go.
I cannot watch my soul being slowly sucked out of my now cold and lifeless body.
Help.
I feel nothing as her face lights up with joy and as I feel as dead as ever.
I'm no longer visible to the untrained eye. For now and forever.

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