The call of journey,
Throughout the years of this triumphant misery.
Walking alone, rifting through the lost crannies,
I can find the weakness that dwells deep within me.
When the sun goes down,
I remain here solaced within the pains unspoken,
My dreams, for rapids to swallow and drown,
I don't know how to let anyone else in...
Now because of it, I fall into a winter thorn,
Layered with doubt, my disease tumors in turmoils,
The soles of my shoes frayed and torn,
Nonreciprocal love that simmers the hate I boil...
Please save me from the shame I bathe,
I can not seem to live a life without love...
Becoming this invisible wraith,
Hollowing in a life that I just can't take...
There is no meaning