To answer the questions you may be asking yourself:
a. No, I am not depressed. This was simply a poem of my imagination.
b. Yes, I am in love with somebody. Where do you think the inspiration is coming from? ^_~
c. Okay...so you didn't really ask that. But you wanted to know...didn't you?
The spiraling emptiness
The void that was there
Vanished into oblivion
Disappeared in thin air
Naught to be desired
Nothing that the soul wants
A deep empty hole
That yields nothing but taunts
If mayhap ye wander
Within the vicinity of death
It steals all your happiness
And wrests you of your breath
Be still my dear warrior
Neigh step near to the door
No calling may help you
No spell may well cure
For your heart will be taken
Not yours to command
Bound by the ties
Of love and the damned
An angel she calls
See the thin ring of light
She reaches for you
In your last mortal plight
She whispers your name
And you feel her soft hand
Caressing and taking you
Away from the damned
Your heart breaks away
From the torment and pain
And instantly leans
Toward the shelter from rain
Believe my dear warrior
Lest your heart it be saved
Hold on forever love
Be amongst all the brave
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