This emptiness has been distilled
time and time again
It’s recklessness fulfills a quench
that becomes relentless
Why must it steal with quickness
The lies have taken sleep so restless
Inside has been stitched;
Designed for wretchedness
Its inscribed to handle the cries, so
wheep your anguish into a painless
language,
pour from the insight
to redeem
the forsaken demise
that becomes fates disguise.©
