Emptiness does not hesitate
Does not speculate
From a vast and bleak abyss
It radiates
Casting shadows upon that which it incorporates
Laying waste
As it expands and desecrates
And then erasing
As it abates.
Upon what dark forgotten land
Can a crippled soul
A cold and shattered soul
A soul of old
and smothered dreams
Of happy dreams
Of a life it seems
And a story never told
Upon what scorched land
Shall such a soul
Make a second stand?
None
Not a single fucking one
Not after all its eyes have won
And all the groundwork left undone
Entangled in all the lies it spun
While burning in the sun.
That dark and raging sun
Darkening the whole universe
By its bright and blinding light.
Burning and yet
Not warm
Even it's heart has stood still and beats no more.
Day becomes a deafening cry
The wailing of the mourner
Is all the ear has left
Misery becomes the melody
Feet now tapping to the rhythm of dispare...
This emptiness is by no means
Empty.
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