I gaze into the dark abyss,
In attempts to find my soul,
Yet lying there is the emptiness,
Of every being that is not whole.
Each hour that I stand there,
Is another hour that slips me by;
Once it’s past I cannot get it back,
No matter how earnestly I try.
My heart continually rots away,
What’s left of it, I’m not entirely sure,
For I used to have a silent longing-
A longing that I can’t feel anymore.
No longer do I know how to cry,
To love, to laugh, to taste, to feel,
Stability has slipped out of my grasp;
Insanity is all that I know to be real.
I wait and I wait right by the edge,
Precariously peering over the side,
Looking into the pit that stares back at me,
Aware of all the secrets I try so well to hide.
The abyss is none other than a monster,
A monster that lurks without a soul,
Yet I can’t escape from the darkness,
For it is the only thing keeping me whole.