The feeling of cold nothingness surrounds me
Encompasses me in its icy fingers
As they taste the salty tears upon my face
No one sees, no one wants to see
I feel empty, desolate, devoid of life
My pain is drained in the utter boredom taken
in with each breath I take
Until silence. empty nothingness fills
My body down through the marrow of every
Blood-soaked bow, aching for more
It eats my heart, my sanity, alive.
Intoxicating my once warm body with
fluid swiftness, it continues to fill me
In every crevass that has ever loved.
Love. A fleeting feeling that is as
Unsure of itself as life.
It will either lift you up,
Or eat you in a moment of weakness.
Emptiness.
It is a remnant of warm hopes and dreams.
A withering flower in the light of a dead sun.
Until nothing remains but emptiness.