Existence

Why is it that
The shadows dwell,
And the soundless
Voice echoes within me,
Telling of the
Horrible sorrows
That become me,
The evil emotions
That consume me,
And tare me
Apart inside as well
Why is it that
I ache for happiness
In this pool
Of dark abyss,
Why is it that
I freeze in time,
Fall out of line
And shatter on
The ground,
The icy silence
That speaks to me,
Is what makes me
Content in my
Oblivion, in the
Darkness of
My mind.