upon this world so cruel and so vast.
alone i wither along a scornful desolate path.
hollow i stand yearning for a long lost past.
only to find all this vacancy's wrath.
sleepless death of whispering shadow breathes.
silently shouting as if only the leafs of the trees seem to
bare witness.
as my lifeless shell of energy lines the air only to be seen
by those who care.
shapeless i wander only by this power of deep impenetrable
sorrow.
lingering i wait deeply emirs in passionate despair.
and momentarily mounting this large debt of time so
senselessly borrowed