The Empty Abyss

Silent, the still air fills these lungs with an uplift of torment.

Confronted by the emotions,
I am losing ground and falling farther into this hole.

Can you smell the presence of another tragedy?

Can you change an actions when another dies with insanity?

This cannot go on, this cannot be it, it isn't the end.

This feeling of straining tares itself away as the memories of another tomorrow replay themselves over and over.

Look me in the eyes tell me all your lies then place yourself in the picture.

The black and white view of a face that is blind from all its fears.

A face that cannot cry but isolates itself from the forsaken world.

Drenched in dying days, the flashes of light still fragmented broken into pieces of the living puzzle.

Kill this dream of something that cannot be seen broken seams outstretched arms of a crucified plot.

Everything is a part of the empty abyss, a meaningless hole filled with tears of hatred and pain.

Its everything you fear with everything you gain.