Emptiness

Looking from the outside

Pitch black

Looking on the inside 

An abyss that creeps lingers to the roots of the tree sap

Hyper-realistic this life doesnt seem the same

Burning names bridges thoughts of feeling ashamed

Tender care looking for comfort from the hurricane 

Spinning me around and around 

When will it end

As the cold winds pause

As the pink clouds bloom

Heaven arises from its slumber between dusk and noon

Peeking out comes a shine of laughter

Happiness