World of Emptiness.

There's nothing here
But the shadows who surround.
Yes, I have nothing.
But the shadows.

Shadows who blacks the warmth of light.
An everlasting winter.
That I am adjusted to.

The paths here in this world are black.
The sky is grey on good days.
but black when I cry.
there is no sun.

I am wonted to this life.
Emptiness fills inside of me.
I am just abstracted
In the light that absconded.
Years ago.

I live in this world alone.
This world is all mine.
Mine and my fellow crows.
Who's eyes are as pitch