all i feel,
i am hollowed,
an empty vessel set out to find you,
what's taking so long?
a regression to the beginning,
sometimes it's hard to take the truth,
another loss to suffer through,
i'd like to think my luck's finally changing,
but still the same scenery seen,
bring back vitality from it's long hibernation,
falling into the extent of only endings,
the outlook isn't promising.