Hollow

With the hollow echo in a soundless nightI woke to see solitude grieving over my emotionAnd as it wept its liquid nourished my diseaseSoon all myself became infectedAnd so onward it began to spreadA fervent sentiment my inside so has shelteredIt means more wicked than ones ever set beforeTremulous ghastly sighs of a time long now pastEmbrace my newborn fearIt beckons me forth so sad and gloomyDrawing weakened limbs with its fragrancesSudden air filled with the sound of its hurtComposes an elegy of weepAhead shines my fortuneBut here darkness ends my pathNever will the bliss of that embraceTake over this solemn curseWhat I hear now is the cryOf the mother of timeFor she gave birth to immortality