there is a knot at the back of my throat
in the pit of my stomach
a hard tension holding my jaw
like that of a million hearts, crumbling
there is a cold hell that devours my mind
an empty space in the back of my skull
is this a hunger you feel as well
or do I feel this pain alone?

it’s a frozen fire that lifts my mind
gnawing at the ventricles of my heart
like the carcass of a dead animal
the hell of an empty space that tears me apart
it is a death that rots as it walks the earth;
with broken fingernails I weep and mourn
the death of the greatest feelings
which I have felt for you, alone

is it the epiphany of my heart
this hunger I feel when you are far?
running deep as the rivers of the earth
stretching itself to the very stars  
you left me alone with myself
and this is the greatest pain
it's an open grave that invites me in
and devours my soul with each passing day

it's the monotone rhythm of my tired feet
it's the numbness of feel that rots in my heart
the haunted nightmares I encounter in my sleep
and you're no longer there to keep them apart
life has become mere existence:
a shallow repetition for the end of my days
it seems hell is an empty space
and so it shall grow while you are away