And Then There Was No More

I cried and cried and couldn't stop;
there's a hole inside of me that I can't fill.
beside me, there is no one there
maybe this is what they mean when they say
"the body presents its bill."

I cried and cried and couldn't stop;
there's an ache inside of me that I can't heal.
the pain is lonely and eccentrically beautiful
which I guess is how I fool others into
thinking I live life with zeal.

I cried and cried couldn't stop;
there's a longing within me I can't seem to satisfy.
a name to what I'm looking for, well, there isn't one
although I wish I for someone (for me) could edify.

I cry and cry and cannot stop;
I'm consumed by the sorrow
that scorches its way across the plains of my soul,
a fire which leaves me empty and cold.

the world stood still, silent and cruel,
as the fire went out
of where now nothing lives.