The Writings

"Empty Life" (8-2-00)

 

Dawn's death triumphant rises high
Moonlight fill the vacant skies
Loineless makes us all cry
And with it now our spirit dies.


Hope abandoned for a dream
Nothing but our self esteem
The days and nights are inbetween
Our worthlessness shall make us scream


Others help us fill the hole
That empty place inside our souls
Down payment on the gateman's toll
Throughout our lives it helps us roll


But in the end we stand alone
Blind to color, deaf to tone
Nothing left but flesh and bone
For pain has turned my heart to stone