The Last March of a Dark Poet

I looked inside and saw the truth
the truth is that i have no soul
black as night this poet's heart
no shield of Armour to gaurd her heart

she now feels nothing, no sence of worth
Its strange she feels no pain anymore
she now has peace and thats her truth

that the pain she feels will soon be gone
she cannot change her chosen fate
or bring back the love that changed her life

she does not feel and thats her curse
To never ever feel her soul
she cannot sleep and thats her curse

to be reminded of her joke
the simple hings she meant to say
as simple as to say goodbye

she has no feelings none at all
so off to bed this poet goes
never to feel anything but alone

The Last March of a Dark Poet