A Little Something

There is a little something deep within my soul,
a something of nothing created of a wormhole

This little something feeds on failure made of me,
and this makes it grow for everyone to see

It feeds on sorrow, pain, and gruesome sadness,
to create a state of gloomy madness

A madness created to spread its fear,
to see to it that I can’t see clear

My head feels heavy and I can’t use my brain,
for the simple reason, I’ve gone insane

And in this insanity I can’t feel the pain,
cause it will wipe away like a silver rain

In a silver rain with the pulse of angel wing,
and its all over when you can hear them sing.