This emptieness in me, it's thriving, it's deep, it's always a hungerin' for more, it can't be satified, it's an adic on my pain, I do belive. It's undescribale, it's like a black whole, no a bottomless pit, it seeks something, I've tried love, friends, family, reading, and writing.... ...but This emptieness in me grows. It's quite overwehlming, fustrating and irratating, It's mistrous, It wants, possibly needs....something? Does it want my soul? Does it want suffering? Does it want joy? Oh what does this hateful awaking want?
what is "adic"? and whole should be hole. but it's good. very...ominous and dark.
Oops suppose to be addict, and thank you.
it is really good me and my brother likes it