Abyssal Lament - sad

In the black womb of the heart, despair oozes—

a slow, venomous bleed from every shattered pore.

Each breath is a dirge for a soul rotted by agony,

every heartbeat a funeral march in the caverns of endless night.

Wander a wasteland where hope lies in ruins,

its embers snuffed by the relentless tempest of regret.

Every memory is a festering wound, raw and unyielding,

dripping the bitter ichor of dreams turned ash.

The void whispers in a tongue of relentless sorrow,

it's every syllable a dagger carving deeper into it's essence.

Here, in this eternal eclipse of broken light,

true despair drips from every word—a ceaseless, corrosive lament.

Can't you hear the screaming?