The Empty
I toss and turn
With these thoughts in my head
My eyes, they burn...
As my face grow red
Tormented by a smile
I'll never see again
Emotions run wild
Overflows from all ends.
My resolve is bruised, these infinite pains
Blackness overwhelms, It's all I see
The Empty consumes, until nothing remains
I need to escape. I must find release
Taste bile in my mouth
As I hold it all in
My heart I will gauge
Impaled from within
Void spreads like plague
Bitterness through my bones
Restlessness in shade
Tears apart my soul
My resolve is bruised, these infinite pains
Blackness overwhelms, It's all I see
The Empty consumes, until nothing remains
I need to escape. I must find release
My resolve is bruised
My infinite pain
The Empty consumed...
Now nothing remains.
I tried to escape
There is no release.
No longer can I see
As Blackness becomes me...
About the Creator
SalAmaNdeR
Hello : ,
I'm just hoping to find a place to share my thoughts and feelings... Even the darker ones...
Maybe even get some feedback/constructive criticism.
It'd also be pretty awesome if I was able to reach a few people.
I'd like that : ,
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