March 18th, 2023

There is constant hollowness, What should I fill it up with? A syrup of love Or A bottle of affection? How should I stop it? Void of despair, Breath of frustration, Hush of wailing. The rope is too tight around my neck, It squeezed my hope. The air got toxic, It's harder to inhale. Where should I fit? A crowd of impostors, Vultures in the flesh and bone, A smile to pretend, All is an act. Where should I go? It's the path left between birth and death, My body will be burned, I will be an ash. Nonetheless, my soul will be broken out. Where should I find salvation? With different bones, Identity of Anonymous, I'll be doomed to be born likewise. The loop of the curse will never find its end.