still coming and going as it pleases.

becoming a never ending cycle of unfulfilled desires.

lost.

waiting to be found.

betrayed by the unexpected

always hungry for the answer.

fed but never satisfied

it waits for the end of lies.

taken to a void where it shall be put to rest

it lays dormant.

when rising from its slumber

this wave of distraught leaks through the night.

a scent of the unknown

fills the mind with an uncontrollable urge,

to end ones very existence.