A red thread , Joined by tangents of fate,
Swarms the life in a single row, Enchanting and ever so beautiful,
This dark void, ever so empty, engulfed in sweet nothingness, Defines the lonely strings of time,
It's there, in each and every heart, Just dark and empty, Nothing more.
Is there even a cure? Is there anything in this world? Anything, that can fill this heartache?
Maybe love.........Maybe. Isn't it ironic? So vexing, so abrupt, Yet sill ever so beautiful?