Too much grief, too many voices screaming for a saviour's touch. They pass over my dull senses, overwhelmed by the sea of torment. Helplessly, my desperate hands stay limp, saving my own stony soul from the stillness of their breath, from the standstill of their hearts. Mechanical, I stare into their eyes to make sure of what was inevitable. Hours of pointless battle waged day in and out, night in and out, as I stand by, an overrated observer. My ears still hear the wrenching cries of a mother whose dreams just died, but they lose themselves on the way, never reaching my heart, my eyes concentrate on the pen and paper, as I scribble names that never were.
Current Mood: Cold
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