*As this hole inside me grows
It swallows, blackens, deepens, numbs
Yet somehow remains the only thing
Left to comfort me
My hand in my own hand
I stand on these two calloused feet
Worn from the countless times
I have walked alone
No one is there to wipe my tears
Or whisper sweet ramblings of comfort
The echoes of their empathy
Vanish within the depths
This pit unnerves and dampens
Each time I think I've grown stronger
I only dig and descend deeper
Into singularity*
Jan 29, 2017
Jan 29, 2017 at 2:59 AM UTC
*As this hole inside me grows
It swallows, blackens, deepens, numbs
Yet somehow remains the only thing
Left to comfort me
My hand in my own hand
I stand on these two calloused feet
Worn from the countless times
I have walked alone
No one is there to wipe my tears
Or whisper sweet ramblings of comfort
The echoes of their empathy
Vanish within the depths
This pit unnerves and dampens
Each time I think I've grown stronger
I only dig and descend deeper
Into singularity*
