Blood

and
Bloody Ashes
There is beauty in things made of glass,
but the cracks and chips
all bleed into the break,
shattering dreams in an instant.
The soul goes on but worse for the wear.
Sympathy, Empathy, Apathy, Atrophy.
A mindless body wanders the twilight
shedding its emotionless tears
into the lake of forbidden dreams
rippling the still waters,
never changing a thing.
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