The emptiness ringing through your skull,
You stand alone, holding yourself together,
on the edge of falling apart.
You crave something,
anything,
to lessen the nothingness.
Anything to make you feel.
There are no options,
nothing rational, at least.
Skepticism, curiosity, longing.
The burn of nothing,
Yet how it feels so soothing.
Compare a day filled with nothing,
to a night filled with pain.
Which would you choose?
Mischief managed.
