Lone lullabies sing in agony songs of solitude
My mind desires the very thing that causes my heart to bleed from old
scars.
New wounds heal to form more nothingness in my chest cavity.
A hole. Beginning of the abyss I hold most dear to me. Full of more
nothing. Tears fall but once gone they were never there. Mind clear of
the pain that once lied.
Or that in theory. I try to hide... the pain, anguish, and despair that
lives in me. It feeds off my average... my ordinary.
So this is my nothing... my abyss is full. No questions. Its full.
People continue to take and take and take... and I receive more for my
abyss... one problem spawns another... more complicated, stronger and
powerful than its predecessor.
In a sense I'm done but I proceed.
-Daja A. Lacy