The blackness of the empty,
such a hollow state of being
but an empty soul is just a template
a reason to begin again,
though the path is covered by the stones of saddness
you never know what will overcome the numbing saddness
untill you seek a partner, an aquaintance you may,
they will guide a gentle path to lead your way.
The demons will try to eat your spirit
the ones without sight will never hear it
for those who cannot see will never trully believe
until they themselves have suffereed the same fate
but never say never or be filled with hate
for it is best to love all rather to hate everything abroad
for with a heart full of hate comes death to us all
but with constant love no soul shall fall.
