There is...

old shit

There's a smile,Without a name

Only noticed by the comforting sigh

Of the soul who takes the blame

The soul who wonders why

There's a heart,Without a beat

Only known by the darkened blood

Taken down,Put to defeat

Into pain,Formation of a flood

There's a touch,With no warm feel

Only known,Cold as ice

True feelings not to reveal

Shattered skies,For advice

There is no life,Within the child

That loved just to much

Who's spirit was wild

Death,Waiting to clutch

There is no smile,There is no name

Or comforting sigh to hide the pain

No tattered soul to take the blame

Or reasons to explain....

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