All words I use to try to describe
This place within me. Yet there are
No words to tell of this that will
Define what is beyond description
Emptiness, loss, agony, sadness
Again just words. But this is beyond
Words, for words have limits
And there are no limits to this feeling
It encompasses all that I am
Consumes all that I would be
Until it's all that I can feel
And my life becomes but a servant to it
Endlessly through all time
Each day I fall deeper into it's grasp
It takes a larger part of me
Under it's control and power
And when it consumes that last piece
It will take even the life that feeds it.