Void.

A little rambling about that hollow feeling inside, which attacks without rhyme or reason, as if it is under contract with someone somewhere to make life miserable.Little does it know that nothing is way better than something.Haha.....u lose.

Void.

A gaping hole on white canvas
A deep unending well
They will not cease to urge us
To break the vacant spell.

I look into an abyss
In vain surface to find
It mocks me for doing this
And tells me i am blind.

So i look up heavenward
But see the void again
Filled perhaps with the odd bird
Washed away by rain.

It tells me it is the cousin
Of the emptiness inside
Of the long, incessant buzzin',
Threatening there to reside.


The hole will only expand
The well, get deeper still
The void wont let go of my hand
It's one thing i cannot kill.