Without presence of my lost soul
I am hollow, an empty black hole

Pulling, turning, and twisting whats real
Until i take something to help me not feel

Alive and well when with a friend
When hes gone, my life i care to end

Swallowed up in a shroud of nothing
desperately wishing to be something

The vessel a blessing built of stone
Darkness my soul, no longer my own

The darkness devours the lonesome skin
More and more with every sin

Breathing being an easy task
yet a skill i seem to lack

I want to go back.