Into The Void

There is many a company in the catacombs of misery.
The once vivid memories so easily cast aside.
A thousand voices accompany the pitiful recluse.
As if to mock the abysmal, dreary teardrops.
Salty.
Delicious.

For even the most obese will feast on your tears tonight.
And all that is true and dear will forsake and crumble
from dawn to dusk, twilight to twinight.
For even the most obese will feast on your tears tonight.

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-Tell me oh introspective one; why so quiet?
-I speak very little but I am not quiet.
-I haven't heard you at all lonely traveller.
-You do not hear the tormented cries inside of me?
-The world does not pay heed to the cries of a broken heart.
-I am not quiet old man. It is you that is not willing to hear me.
-No one will hear you. It is too excrutiating a burden for any to bear.
-Indeed. Thus I will continue to be silent and screaming.