Dark Epiphany
Life goes on until it ends.
Each and every day filled with the potential for darkness.
Each and every day filled with the potential for light.
And yet... and yet... this hole in my heart will not go away.
No matter what I try to fill it with it simply will not end.
There's no joy anymore, no hope... how can there be?
In this dark epiphany...
It all becomes clear indeed... no matter what I do...
This hole in me remains...
I try to fill it with toys, but they provide no more than a passing fancy.
I try to fill it with words, but they only bring me down.
I try to fill it with compassion, but I remain empty inside.
I try to fill it with conversation, but mostly, I remain alone.
I try to fill it with love, but it is denied me again and again.
Everything is transitory, and at the end of the day, I am alone and broken once again.
I am hollow. I am empty. I am lost.
No matter what I do, I will always be thus.
What then does it matter what I do? Or not do?
Each and every day filled with the potential for darkness.
Each and every day filled with the potential for light.
And yet... and yet... this hole in my heart will not go away.
No matter what I try to fill it with it simply will not end.
There's no joy anymore, no hope... how can there be?
In this dark epiphany...
It all becomes clear indeed... no matter what I do...
This hole in me remains...
I try to fill it with toys, but they provide no more than a passing fancy.
I try to fill it with words, but they only bring me down.
I try to fill it with compassion, but I remain empty inside.
I try to fill it with conversation, but mostly, I remain alone.
I try to fill it with love, but it is denied me again and again.
Everything is transitory, and at the end of the day, I am alone and broken once again.
I am hollow. I am empty. I am lost.
No matter what I do, I will always be thus.
What then does it matter what I do? Or not do?