I hate titles in Deepest from a rock

  • April 17, 2015, 10:34 p.m.
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No thoughts. No thoughts.
Just a never-ending well of emotion.
Over-flooding, quickly filling all available space within.

No words. No words.
Just this ever-present sensation of being lost.
Wandering, aimlessly. Is this where I started? But going nowhere.

No meaning. No questions. No answers.
Forever searching. For something no longer here.
The music stops.
Silence filled with soundless wails.
Feel the vibrations of anguish,
Shaking the steady floor beneath splayed hands.
Closing the soul’s windows.
Trying to breathe in peace, releasing ache.
A lost cause.


Last updated April 19, 2015


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