Theres a void inside my heart, a vacuum , I am standing nowhere.I tried to grasp the air but instead it splashes cold tingling on my face down to my spine.Melancholia enveloped my faculties.I am a wounded traveler , trudging down the road less traveled. I am weak searching for a hand to lead me through, arms to carry me when I am beaten down, scourge with uncertainty , I am seeking for your face but I can feel that you are fading away. Deep in dreadful silence I will bury my heartaches , I will scream out my pains in the abyss.