Empty more hurting can describe this,
This precipice of black that echoes for infinity,
In here I search for any entity that is not gone,
The more I run, the less I find,
I found something that resides with me,
For abuse he reaps on me, I don\'t like him,
He himself is me but I am not him,
Preys on my weakness like a religion,
His attack of precision drown my voice,
He says my choice to love doesn\'t matter,
He gets fatter and ties me to him,
He makes my limbs useless ridding of my search.