"Void" is for those with no moral sympathy,
Those with no faith
And not poets like you and me
Love is hosted at this hour
Just force your will
And it will descend on your lovely face
Existence is worth living
With so hues and words;
Such Soul to earn
Quell your pain
Struggle your fear
Or they'd quaff you in a wink
To the ultimate drop
Don't let them consume you
Or they would with nary a hesitation
For pain is just a sucking vampire
And fear is an excess of cowardice.
You will see how all toxins would dissipate
"Lonesome" and "hollow"
Would be smoked away
Into the obscure deep
Where I would come to plug with thick clay
And at the end of this long tunnel,
Only intense light would draw your way
Where for certain,
I'd be awaiting you there.
