A void bleeds
drops of harsh blood.
I mend with lucid
stroke of faith.
The void gasp for
a surreal escape.
I'm terrified by the chaos
revolving underneath the void.
Agony of discomfort
flow through my veins.
My cries desolate the
framework for sustainability.
The void rejoice with
gestures of helplessness.
Grooming the mending
always results in fallacious solace.
My system fail to
locate the origin of the void.
The void tries to confess me
a tale of disgrace.
I yelp to discover a remedy
for a reckless void.
My grief is nurtured
by the reign of the void.
The void whispers
lullabies of suffering.
I neglect to find the origin
of the void.
I deny to pledge to be free
from the void.
But l do know,
the tedious remedy for escaping.
For l have inhibited
the void for decades.