My soul cries out to be heard,
It starves for some type of silent epiphany...
A new beginning...
Salvation...
Resurrection...
But the pitless void that controls my being shuns it,
It aches to be free...
To be seen...
To be cherished...
My soul is decomposing,
Burning into dust,
Slowly breaking ties with reality,
Slowly being lost into nothingness.
