The inky black fills my lungs.
It smothers, suffocates,
reaching into the abyss called my heart,
and showing me my emptiness.
I scream at it to stop,
but it's too late. I know.
I am nothing. Nobody.
I am empty.
The inky black fills my lungs.
It smothers, suffocates,
reaching into the abyss called my heart,
and showing me my emptiness.
I scream at it to stop,
but it's too late. I know.
I am nothing. Nobody.
I am empty.