For Naught - Yautja

Every thought so convincing

That I’m going to fall

Feeling for a likeness

Reaching through everything

As you bask in this rapture

More comfort than I

And still a hand reaches

Blindly for naught

Swallowed as I sleep

Nothing to reach

But the ash, like a home

Not a speck of hope

Glazed eyes all but shut

Less trivial than bleak

Silence;

fear the sound of speak

Sound of speak

Abandon

Phantom pain

Walls collapse

Abandon

Thoughts relapse

Phantom pain

I find solace in this misery