I am not... Empty!
Contrary to the popular belief
My soul is no vacuum
Existing in a parralel universe beyond reach
Disdain laid on my shoulders
Unraveled my life
And even Fate pauses with remorse and faulters
Please! Spare me a moment
I have nothing left to atone for
Cracked, beyond broken
Nothing is left of me but fallen
Underneath the wreckage something remains
All but concealed by dark and bitter pain
This is not the work of days
But by years these experiences trail
Unless understanding has been brought to these dying feet of mine
I cannot accept any freedom, I must remain confined
Is there hope forthe hopeless
Or must life crush the weak
I must now confess
I need only to sleep