Nothing to cherish, nothing to treasure,
No memory of pain or love’s vast measure,
Alone, and trapped, and stripped of my pride,
Speaking with voices like demons inside.
Demons can only consume without hunger,
Kill without need – a storm without thunder –
ceaselessly causing the most needless of pain.
Nothing to lose. Nothing to gain.
Is that what I am, with my core laid bare?
A demon, alone, and unwilling to care?

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