Blackest night surrounds me,
Morbid thoughts running through my mind and filling me with
A sense that maybe.. just MAYBE..
There is an answer, beyond the norm..
Nothing there, only darkness, only desperation
And maybe, maybe finally at last
But then, who's to say? What no man gives, they all take away leaving you standing there with empty arms and an emptiness in your soul a yearning a famine a void for intimacy, closeness. and empty hearts ache from the echos and empty souls die from the loneliness but it happens every day, and nobody cares.