• Desolate
    Emptiness is black
    It sounds like nothing, not even the rain
    It smells like rotting wood
    It feels like the wind ripping the breath out of your chest
    It tastes like a stale birthday cake

    Decapitating
    Pain is red
    It smells like burning flesh
    It sounds like s sobbing scream that never ends
    It tastes like a goblet of blood
    It feels like fire,crawling along your body inch by slow inch


    Pain is a loved one turning thier back on you when you need them
    Emptiness is dealing with it