I'm not sure I was ever born,
As I look to my palm, full of thorns;
Recalling each flower, how they wilted
In the presence of something so jilted.
No, it seems I always have been,
(That insatiable hunger within);
Watching each infernal second slip by me,
Knowing not even Death will satisfy me.
I am a darkness that soaks up light,
Leaving all lost to eternal night.
I am the shadow that falls on each face
Before it disappears without a trace.
Yeah, something inside me is broken.
You feel it, without a word spoken...
And yet try to appease me, still,
As I slowly bleed you of your will.
Oh, many a life I have felled,
For it is I cannot be quelled.
Yet in the search for true loving bliss,
You hold out your hand for me to kiss.
And the lightning strikes in the sky,
As thunder swallows the cries of "why?"
And the rain turn to an incessant sorrow
That never releases tomorrow.
Nothing about me is deception,
For I, myself, cast no reflection.
All you see, if you cannot see through me,
Are the wishes that have been cast to me.
So, quietly, I tread the disdain
Of an existence that only brings pain.
Ah, look, another hand to kiss...
"So pleased to meet you, I am Emptiness."
I strike! It quivers in that heart
Which drives me to this end;
I draw and kiss the bloody dart,
My last-my only friend!
[This message has been edited by Michael (01-20-2012 12:54 AM).]