Almost as if you like it.

A moment spent a little to long
lingering in the darkest depth of your depression
calling out names that label no faces
and waiting, and wanting to hear more of their song.

Just a moment spent there and tears ice on over
Then behind those sharp daggers of water drip off
and silent and still, catching glimpse of light
looking around but seeing no hover.

No birds, no clouds, no, not even rain.
There is no sign of life more than the rapid beating in your chest
and the pounding of your breath pounding against the walls
no life in this place of darkness that you so lovingly labeled your Pain.

There is nothing.
So what you fear is nothing?
Icy, dark and deep.
Nothing of more nothings than your could ever believe.

And yet your so quiet as you scream out those names.
Of people who don't hear because no faces lie behind.
You shed tears in vain as your Nothingness deepens.
Then finally grow silent when you realize your to blame.

Conforted by this realization, probably not.
Possibly silented by death, but its too dark to tell.
Frozen maybe, too cold to cry.
But most likely your still lingering in the darkest depth of your Hell.