Dark Horse Arts and Sciences

There is an ocean inside me

With water composed of molecules of melancholy

There is a hole inside me

Expanding into something I don’t know

The hole is pulling me in

Losing control upon myself, I feel a sense of numbness

Deteriorating slowly into ashes

My hand and legs start shivering

My body getting shattered into tiny little pieces

As I stare into oblivion 

Clueless, motionless, stunned, and dumbfounded

I am slowly moving into an empty space of nothingness

I am slowly merging with the blank space

I am slowly becoming one with the unknown

I am going away, far from here

Somewhere you will never ever find a trace of my withered soul

A soul so drenched in loneliness

That the ocean of loneliness even cried at its suffering

The ocean kept crying

Until there wasn’t any drop left to shed a tear.