a mind that resides in a black cave of nothingness

a withering soul trembling on the brink of spiritual sanity

eyes that cannot or prefer not to move behind their fleshy shutters

wrapped in despair a thought wasted of colour is flown

to wherever nowhere will not allow it to land

and between his heaven and hell his life shrinks

till there is none left in it of any worth except

the inclusion of a bridge to nothing but an empty world

that neither he nor I would ever want to cross