There is something missing

The desire.

The taste

The joy

The love Or the will to want to live until I’m old and grey, life in general

There is no pulse

Its empty

Its dark

Its terrifying

It’s completely morbid.

My soul aches for something to set it on fire.

Anything.

There is something missing and I Don’t know how to find it, or where, but I’m destined to try