- in Learning to learn myself

Empty husk.
Unable to think.
Hollow cinders remain.

Staring abyss
Something stares back.
Unable to think, unable to speak.
Frozen in place.

Cannot sleep, days bleed through night
Not one soul in sight.

Happiness fades
Corruption spreads through
Breaking all bonds, unsure what to do.

Tired of fighting
the call of the void.
It whispers my name.