Vacant

So this is how it is
Pure, raw, primal pain
Absolute darkness
Bottom of the abyss

Pretension of pain
The mindless fear
Was so much better
Than the pain itself
For there is much
Comfort in lies

Where to from here?
Where from am I?
Many questions
Ancient bones
Littered around
Gaping white
Still hopeful
For silly answers

I tread carefully
In the dark truth
My feet bleed
As it's pointed nails
Scrape against
The last hope

Now there's nothing
No shame, no dream
No shackle, no respite
No tears, no fears
But, how I wish
There was no life