My soul looks for life in its lifeless matter
Thrown off in the search,
There in blackness, surrenders
Where loneliness feeds on the relics of my heart.
I sense
The horror in vacancy
The human heart is
Black without direction
Dependent, searching, young
It looks, it needs, it feels
And falls apart so easily.
Her eyes were like wells
Rivers with stories to tell
Puddles, they fell
To form pools of despondent dreams.
