Echoing thoughts raging from whispering silence swelling within.
Nights of darkness met by flickering light.
Vision disrupt by blurry noises.
The paradox of the senses mixed as life finds meaning touched by empty spirits.
Vibrating emotions catching the scent of the agent of nothingness.
Tales carry home the tolls of finding life in an empty cave.
Stranger to the vessel in which I have departed from once a sound beginning.
A shadow of what is to come, what has been and what is now endless.
A dream of the morrow.