and it feeds...

Just some writing.

...and within we grow empty... this void from a lie
The darkness surrounding us, no chances...
Love the great answer to the questions of life
grows darker. Painfully, into the night.

Pushing further away from what I know best.
the sun in the distance leaving a trail
bad memories and good ones gone bad.
The path left unclear ahead, and behind is just a memory forgotten...

...but not by me.

Live this life and try to be free
the pain never goes away
the flowers stop blooming, then wilt, then die.
The veins quit flowing... trickle then die.

Can it be over... can I have a clear path?
Can this be through and start anew
new flowers are planted. They grow.
I'm afraid I am done growing.