• way115 64w

    The Hole

    The Hole is as endless as space.
    Continuance of despair and helplessness.
    Floating through the endless time.
    The suffocation of reality.
    Is worse than the death of it.
    Pure hell on the conscious.
    It torments my soul.
    Picks it apart, and doesn't let it go.
    I try to fill the void.
    With emptiness and sorrow.
    Drugs and alcohol or soften the hole.
    It doesn't cure it.
    It just opens the wound.
    And destroys my soul.