In That Space

An echoing emptiness lays within,
Far deep down, under my skin,
A shadow of a hole, just a space,
Is it just waiting for your embrace?
Or perhaps it's something deeper,
Stalked and guarded by the reaper,
A darkness that death crawls in to,
Eyeless face searching an icy dew,
Circled in a passionate purple blaze,
Like a mind awoken in drunken haze,
Not a piece torn away, or stolen,
It's a disease, an abscess, swollen,
Growing inside, tempting in fate,
A drifting, growing heavy weight,
A torturing gap, no way to cut it out,
I know this restless beast, it is doubt.