Fool
#10 of Poetry
As seen in my Writers Blog: http://sirenscoast.wordpress.com/2013/05/24/days-off-and-coping-mechanisms/
_ Fool _
My heart a void, my body a shell
Pointless it is to refill my soul.
Slinking into the shadows, hands sheathed in blood,
Tears scaring cheeks accustomed to pain,
There is no end to the suffering of a broken-hearted fool