But a single heart,
Yearning for absolution,
Or perhaps just oblivion.
Begging for the sweetest release of death,
Shadows gnawing at the arteries.
The void takes us all.
Voracious abyss.
An absence of light,
As if a heart could ever see the sun.
Quiet mourning,
Silent purgatory.
Suicidal Tendencies.
