Hemlocked Heart

A casual observer on the run from my own life.

Devastated from the outcome of what once consumed my mind.

Apathetic to the answers I was searching for for years.

I once knew hunger thirst and vengeance, now my heart waits hollow, clear.

Through the glens and snow capped mountains of this desolate, dark place.

Color forever stolen from the roses, emotions from my ashen face.

Rivers filled with my crying for the girl that I once knew.

Once beaming, bright carefree sunlight is of a now toxic hue.