What Happens Now? Poem by Cavin The

I stand on thee empty corridors
Looking around, black shadows seem to hinder my forte
Will you ever be the shining light amongst it?
I see you, but the voices coming from my throat
Would not reach you, why is that?

I cared about you, cared about you
What in return did thee give?
Insanity, anger and jealousy?
I do not deserve this…I do not deserve this…
I go from caring you to not caring you

Beneath the glaze eyes is pity and melancholy is left
You are science and I am art
You are axe and I am fist
You are time and I am space
You are the hunter and I am the hunted animal

Answer thee, what is it now?
What lies behind this irreplaceable amount of layers of crude steel?
What happens now?
Answer me!