All those chances that came time and again to no avail, a forever silence now spent
I'm so tired right now, I just want to stop hearing their screaming in my heart
but these dark fields are endless I see now, and my fear is but the start
Inspired by Fred1712's " Arrow Through The Reassuring Heart " which can be found here https://soundcloud.com/fred1712/arrow...
There are places within the darkness of unending space. Places of which are no longer but to serve only to disband within this loneliness, the forever death of the quiet stars. The silent screams of the empty husks, genuine aptitudes for the infinite marvels of the universe, now nothing but silent reminders what can be but will never. The dusters are nature's way of reminding us empty space is no space at all, no matter how much it hurts.