A silent morning,
void of life,
a voice that once spoke,
drowned out by strife

a fear for things new,
yet bored of whats old,
my blankets are warm,
yet I still feel the cold

yes unending cold,
a bottomless pit,
filled with these tears
and emptiness

the void has eyes
and it stares at my soul
hungry for more
as I fill its bowl

I fill and I fill
right up to the brim
but in a split second
its gone to the wind

I've run out of thoughts
to feed to the void
yet it silently stares
I cannot avoid

I scream to the dark
begging for light
wishing for warmth
in a world full of ice

the sound of monsters
rings loud in my head
I hold on dearly
but slip on my dread

I fall to the earth
and am hugged by the ground
finally now
there is no more sound