Filling up a hole

Breathing in it feels like smoke
But it fills up a hole
A void place inside your soul
That needs to be fed
And the only thing that nourishes
This emptiness is to inhale intoxication
You clench your teeth in rebellion
For all that you don't realize
The whole being is filling that
Emptiness and you have no idea
Who else will be able to work it out
Still there's a hole that whistle everytime you keep running
Slow the pace
Still it whistles
The hole will never be filled in again
No matter where you keep searching
It will never be the one that conquered that lot