finish it

finish it there is a hole a hollow space an empty spot behind my face while in my chest my heart beats, dead the thunder pounds inside my head a fracture in my mind i feel on weakened knees i do now kneel there waits a void within this dread whose job it is my soul to shred this hollow life i’m damned to live and i do, but i’ve naught to give i urge the fates my life to end inane prayers are mine to spend 04-09-11 ©tlp 2011