Darkness seeping, creeping in slowly, until in it am I totally engulfed,
Shadows playing around, casting doubts and apprehensions leaving me baffled and huffed.
Stark and demented is my mind, no thoughts or memories making it purified,
Which neither pain nor sorrow, distress and agony should make it glorified.
Heavy heart, empty soul, starkless nights, dull ache gather around,
Departing, looking for respite and lifting me up to the ground.
Soulful searching eyes, yet looking for a hideaway,
From that unquenching thirst of the unknown and unspoken array.
Making me, but sink deeper in that unparalleled abyss
For which a precious part of me if not whole will forever feel amiss.