Vernacular Spectacular

My sadness is in the unknown, the questions,
The unsaid Truths, for which I will forever ache.
I know nothing.
I feel nothing.

And from this silent abyss,
I have conjured up delusions,
And drunk deeply from their lies.
I realize that now.
Compartmentalizing my soul,
I stopper myself up
before what little is left spills out -
everywhere.
and seeps through the floorboards
Where I lay and wait, in darkness,

for the delusions to subside,

for the unspoken answers to be eternally silenced,
for it to be too late.
Wish granted.