Endless

In the endless pit of my dispair,
Not a moment wasted at all.
Not a single soul who cares
Or arms open to catch me when i fall.

In the abyss of my existence,
Not a moment stood tall.
Not a single soul in the distance
Or ears to hear my aching heart call.

In the echos of the cave that i created,
Not a moment of light amongst the halls.
Not a single soul, now unfated
Or my feet stern again the walls.

In the endless world, now forever i sleep
Not a moment was wasted at all.
Not any single soul, to my own may weep
Or my own arms to catch me before i fall.

Before i fall..
In an empty bowl.
Leave nothing behind at all,
But my aching soul.