inhabitant soul

In your existence I felt like home,

with your touches I filled the void within my soul,

for u I wrote verses of things I wanted to explore, yet who was I in your presence that has always been doomed

Soo many voices told me to stop and let go,

thinking of diving an ocean as deep as a black hole

hiking carelessly in a Hollow Mountain chamber with soo much barrenness that withdraws, pure energy and feeds its inhabitant cavity

massive silence, and noisy emptiness, millennia of wind ebbing away sincerity

guilt, regrets, and love sorrow, themes of a poem I doubted rhyming

a melancholic elegy, dull and dark melody,

for which i thought, purity could never be tainted, and for which i believed darkness can be refined.