My Hollow Part 2

Clouds above my sky;
intermittent moonlight shone,
Little by little the empty forest
I held my head with my hands,
the pain was getting too much.
By the hills not faraway.
the wolves howled to the moon;
"To Its Beauty Untouchable"
The owls hooted as it watched,
I was covered in darkness...
the tress rustled,
as though singing to me of my past.
White substance continued to engulf me
It was inevitable;
The Hollow Within Me...