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empty

I am ill with desire, wrought with anxiety, Shaking with excitement, abound with despair. I am but an animated shell bursting with fleeting emotions but I really am empty inside.

Dull Blade

My blade is blunt but it cuts just as deep It no longer penetrates the skin, It just inflicts pain from within. My blade has an eye but it is blind to mercy It cuts with indifference, of its cold-blooded preferences. My blade is rusty and no longer elegant It was caked in blood, and nobody washed it the way it should. My blade is but an artifact It hungers for blood, but could no longer kill.