Components of Everyday

The void that fills me,
Grows, every second.
Yearns; for more.

The fear that encompasses me,
Thrives, every moment.
Lusts; for more.

The agony that devours me,
Nurtures; every minute.
Hungers; for more.

The silence that deafens me,
Screams, louder and louder.
Wants me; to listen.

The loneliness that accompanies me,
Creeps up, out of nowhere.
Surprises me; consistently.

Mere words, with no meaning,
countless errors, only repeating;
Thoughts of death, life is fleeting
We may be puppets, but who is orchestrating?