every night I can feel it
the craving in me getting stronger
a gaping wound, opening once more
just to show what I lack

if you look into it
you'll be greeted by a void
for I have nothing to offer
nothing to give

fuelled by all my wishes
all my hopes and dreams
it grows larger each time
but only seeing it when I try to sleep

for the hole keeps craving
and I fail to fulfill
so all it can do is wail
ripping my chest anew

hating but adoring it aswell
for it makes me believe
that maybe one day
tt will get what it's been wanting

but maybe never
so I start to ignore the hurt it causes
only focused on the beauty it brings
but the relief is only temporary

at one point I will have to face it
before it overtakes my very being
filling it with either cement or soil
closing it or letting it grow

so each night when I lay
I shall listen to the void
and maybe one day
it will respond