Exist, in this vast expanse,
Chasing remnants, of emotions past
In this shell, an abyss takes hold,
Bearing the weight, of secrets untold
A craving for a sentiment, this desolate sight,
In the absence of warmth, through the endless night
In this quietude, do I truly exist?
A life devoid of sentiment, a foggy mist
Yearning for more, than this vacant shell,
Whispers of desire, in this silent swell
In this deep and wide chasm,
Longing stirs for emotion's prism.
Exist, in this vast expanse,
Chasing remnants, of emotions past,
In the quietude, seeking a key,
In a world where my heart is the absentee,
Yearning for the feeling, to truly be me
In the grip of this silent dread,
An echoing emptiness, in words unsaid
A silent craving, beneath the surface lies,
In the heart of the void, where the whisper dies
Silent moments breed the haze,
Longing stirs in moonlit gaze.
Whisper of sentiment, in silent swirls,
Craving unfurls in silent world.
In this quietude, do I truly exist?
A life devoid of sentiment, a foggy mist
Yearning for more, than this vacant shell,
Whispers of desire, in this silent swell
In this silent world, is my existence true?
A life without sentiment, in the morning dew
Yearning for more, than this vacant shell,
Whispers of desire