There is a hole that bears upon my soul
Like a vacuume sucking in all the frivality
Not god nor love nor money fills this space
i am the empty place that burdens this reality
And from the womb, inquiring to my tomb
And never has faith been my companion
Not in god nor love nor money has been secure
Regarding faith's allure, the blind man's champion.
If I was blind, eyes to never test my mind
Or maybe i am better built to just be mute
Not god, nor love, nor money hears my payers
Too many layers, words bear no fruit.
i feel as though that sinking place can not be filled with things.
I am the missing gap that pulls.
I am the pain that stings.
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