Laying here thinking of the void.
Or perhaps that word others would call love.
A meaningless concept towards ones such as I.
The darkness shrouds me and fatigue doesn't dare knock at my conciousness.
The very thought of death entertains my mind.
The howls of a moving train crushing my body to bits.
Loved ones cry as i turn my back on them all.

Living is but a chore.

My hand rises to grasp what is not there.
My heart aches for someone who does not care.
And that, my friends,is the curse in which I must bare.

An open heart to give
But in turn receives nothing....

How is that fair?