Murderous Nothing
the tale of a man and his wife…and a hole…a gaping wide hole.
Murderous nothing invaded the life.
The life of a man, a man and his wife.
The feelings swept in,
Like birds a’soarin.
Sawing at the soul,
Blood was pouring,
From places so deep, within ones soul.
That no one could hide the gaping-wide hole.
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