Walking through the endless loop Of hopes formed and crushed Of withering blossoms soon after it blooms Of cracked glass piercing into flesh Of knives slicing through skin Of rivulets of red trailing behind Marking the path Of emotions skewered That you lose your control Throat is parched Eyes are dull There is a ringing of silence in your ears Hands outstretched for such a long time And the ache is numbed Waiting and walking and waiting and walking On an unlit road In naked skin The soul is lost