a deranged woman's cry for silencing her void.
There's a void that needs to be silenced. I know, how ironical is it that the emptiness rattles so much. But you see, this comes from the absence of a sort of peace. That packed it bag along with your farewell. What am I mad about? Well the sanity you took along with had every ounce of my conscious being searching for a love that seemingly is not to be entitled yours. I am enraged! Moreover mad! Does any of this make sense? Or am I deranged? Not that I care for I've lost my eyes and my heart has been your shadow since the last goodbye.
