This incessant void
its a black hole
nothing will fill it
time is a myth and does not heal
struggle is the habit
tossed around in a crowd of thousands
feeling lost and all alone
you want to love you want to heal
owning no more tears to cry
you are a desert of pity
all you know is anguish
agony is your friend until the end
smile to no avail
hold to no joy
maybe tomorrow
maybe next year
its all games
a game you're willed to loose
This is no fight
the extermination of hope
bear the fruits of the wicked
sick in your own misery
terminal loss
all that is known will never cease
