Joys of the Emptiness

Breathing here, and the air is clear

Changes of which I could foresee

Violence caressing, impending distress

As my body lay sleeping, eternally bleeding, and

Shallow despair, broken years you cannot repair

Summonded here, and all must see the hypocrisy

Peel back the face, the sorry mind, a vacant space

Born deprived, the moods expired in reality

A fantasy, based on harmony

A victim released accordingly

Scatter the ashes, remains of life's passages

Mocking and meaningless, toys of the empty, and

Mighty and proud, reaching up to touch the shroud

Tangled here, and far beyond from atrocity

Frozen and cold, bleak the memories of old

Times capsize the born desires for technology