Empty pages stirring back at me,
empty dreams,haunting me daily
Empty songs resonant in these labyrinths.
Empty vessels
oh the noise they make.
Empty eyes, emotionless and deep
empty, empty, empty
All is void of meaning
Empty skies
the complexion of my mood
Empty spaces
oh those haunting sounds,
(my cry for help)
Empty bottles,
yet i feel no better.
Empty prayers,
faithless hope lingers
Empty clouds,
Its all a facade
Empty, empty, empty
this vacant space inside is oh!
so empty
this is the space were my mind's thoughts condense.where my ideas become scripted words,where emotions are sculpted into words.an exploration of a troubled mind,seeking the joys that life brings,hoping to share my joys and sorrows with the world that's listening.
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