An emptiness which claws your chest;

Deafening silent screeches wrest

the tune which hummed the mind awry;

Lurks there behind the hits, a cry.

Resigning to the permanence

of this relentless chase, you wince.

The all-pervading guilt sets in

your head, becomes the background din.

In moments scattered, midst the daze,

You think about your life, its maze.

You strengthen your resolve to quit

the dark beyond another hit.