Purpose

What do I feed this pulsating emptiness inside
The pleasure so alluring and primal?
Slipping into a plunge, which  never ceases to be intoxicating
As the stream dries up, and oh it will
Underlying chasm, it’s cold and dark

Or is it love? Capable of kneading even unsavoury souls together.
Culmination of perhaps the lives ever been so subtle
Souls closely knit, dyed in manifold emotions
Joy, sorrow, lust and much more
Would’ve healed them too
Had the hearts have not gone so selfish.

Saplings untended have grown and there are woods so thick and sturdy.
Its twilight, the diminishing warmth caresses my chin and moves further up
I am scared of a place unknown
When I haven’t even tried in a world so small

Just as the cold night took the stage
Never thought that a pair of twinkling eyes
Folded gaunt hands and a smile so pure
Could put me at ease.
Too late, but its too late though