Angst
What,
do I need to do,
in this bloodied,
endless chase,
of fulfilment,
of being full,
of this emptiness of emptiness,
I seek in this air,
that keeps shifting and changing,
forever.
What,
do I need to do,
in this bloodied,
endless chase,
of fulfilment,
of being full,
of this emptiness of emptiness,
I seek in this air,
that keeps shifting and changing,
forever.