His tears met a…

His tears met an end, 
What was left moistened his now cold face, 
admitting that his gone prayer had been thrashed opun
Trampled upon, 
taunted everlastingly
as it was pushed into reallity. 
pain cant ceaze, 
tears shriviled, 
Burnt , 
An morbid reopening to itself, 
it left without a soul 
without an wish for more, 
It believed that reallity had corrupted it, 
yet it knew, 
As it lay still, 
That it was already to late.


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