Here I am,
fazed by my surrounding.
Why does it seems that the tears are never-ending?
I thought I prayed for this emptiness to go away,
but like the black plague it does not budge, just grow stronger to my dismay.
Desperate for relieving, I drink my nights away,
drunk of fleeting passion.
I did not know I was losing my soul
until the day I realized that I have a big gaping hole.