The echoes in the chambers of my inner sanctum,
here in the "Hole" and the deafening sound of silence,
that makes my soul grow so very cold.
The deep, cutting emptiness of my ever increasing loneliness,
the tearing, ripping, depression that I have again found myself
drowning in. Why? Oh! Way! can't I just simply die!
Oh! How I hate the fall of the evening dusk! It brings with it…
the agony of the slow moving shadows upon my garden wall,
Oh! How I wish I knew the true answer to it all…
I can feel the hot breath of time as it quickly slips away…
Sometimes, I wish I'd never been born on that late April day.
I can feel the end coming…coming around life's bend.
I prefer death to the agony of my depressing loneliness.
The never ending doubts and wonders of my pitiful
existence that racks my aging body, exasperated with the unknown fear
the hot flashes, sweats, and cold chills and anxiety.
Oh! What could possible be in front of me?
Nothing! Nothing! Nothing!