An abyss of madness surrounding my soul
Pulling me, pushing me every which way
So many directions, so many ways
It is nothing less than infinite
There is no light in my tunnel
There is no hand to guide me
There is only darkness
An envelope of indecision
Which I am sealed inside
My journey endless, aimless
For there is no reader to open me
At my journeys end
There is no seeker of my heart
There is no lover awaiting my touch
There is only solitude
A broken record of my descent
All that remains of my story to tell
Once heard by loving ears
Now just discarded as debris of a deserted life
My deserted life of agony
There is no love to feel my heart
There is no breath to fill my lungs
There is no sense to keep up the charade
There is only death