Its gentle voice
Like a lullaby
Prompted him to advance into the abyss again
He couldn't help himself
Unconstrained tears of glass
Crisply spilled

It strokes his face
Holds his hand
Takes him to this desperate paradise
Children singing nursery rhymes
That melancholy melody
Echoes around him
He soon hummed along

Pregnant with doubts and sorrow
The devil that bred his heart
But they were also his angel
Blinded people waste their lives
Looking for something that can fill the void in their hearts
But that endless black hole
How can it be filled?
No amount of wealth or power
Can ever satisfy their loneliness