The Special Place

Lets go to that place in my mind

Where hatred is never hard to find

So solemn and broken, bitter and cold

Where pain is so real, its something you hold.

Watch the tears roll down my cheek.

This ball in my throat means I can’t speak.

Everything’s wrapped in this vile decay

But my scent will float back to you some day

The death of them all was hard to take

But a heart of stone shall never break

There’s nothing left for you to kill

But I’m stuck with this hole that I can’t fill

My thoughts have gone and left no trace

I sit here, still, in the special place.