27 January 2013
Nobody sits among the chairs, Nothing rests upon the tables. The place is alway empty now. Because they are gone.
How can I live without them? In a world they did not change. All they did was leave this place, And I am not the same.
Without then I feel empty. It's with them that I grew up. But they sacrificed themselves, For what?
All their plans did not succeed, And they left me here alone. How can I any longer call this place My home?
Empty Chairs At Empty Tables • Opuss № I