poetry of an emo

Call to the void

I know the word "love" is just A helpless cry into the night, and an unheard call into the unending void.

Yet somehow, someway  I know when I say these long forgotten words you'll hear me. You'll hear me over the helpless wails of the damned souls, and the deafening echo of eternity itself.

So darling, let it be said time and time again.

I love you.