empty spaces consumed,
by thoughts of nothingness.
the torment,
the twisted pain,
lash like cold slicing rain.
not much do we ask for,
just one peek,
a ray of light,
a sliver of hope,
is what we seek.
empty spaces consumed,
by thoughts of nothingness.
the torment,
the twisted pain,
lash like cold slicing rain.
not much do we ask for,
just one peek,
a ray of light,
a sliver of hope,
is what we seek.