Material a void Expecting some for for Misery seeking may
some kind being being greeted on the I found
The within encaged, inside its
walls
to with
matter inside I long
feels at
realisation whole core?
of an
unable solace
to greedy visions
on
Vacuum
is
reward, award full kind.
and and
moments of what in the the happiness
with pleasures ending cycles of dialogues of a forever
finishes begins
of
of
filled soft
avoidance ourselves enraged, of flesh transforming
Words mistaken Unending unachievable and that never and
with outside around
kind
our joys predictable impossible will my on mine
end tearing
into
others into
of
lack, echo, live hope.
fears. scenes, thoughts, be. body tongues spit.
I found the happiness I longed Made destiny believing knowing
is
that, that,
by
petted
Regrets unhappiness are no longer but shoo on where they shall
this
what
my by is
was
the what
own words best best
of
has could
and
and feed by and the uncanny remain to
for places never
a be
of
thoughts bets come be.
desperation solitude longing moor the soul freed again.
Yet, under bright light, carring are our eyes the lasting desires that haven’t found their peace of mind never were content with what was given for a day never were satisfied with what was seen, said and felt. They keep on drowning bodies in tears, a void that never ends and from which we long to leave