My head spun like a whirlwind
I couldn't hold on a thing
Of all the crazy worlds, of all the craziness I have been,
None as void and none can be seen.
You throw away what's in hand
You are like a statue of sand
Nothing told can serve your appetite
All is dull for you and nothing can be bright
Am I dreaming or you are such a blunder
Ain't no rain, ain't not thunder
yet I see the shivers and chills in your feeble spine
You pale coward I can see the yellow entwine.
You are no more than empty words,
Words that don't mean a thing
You spell them big and yet they are nothing
Of all the Cowards I have seen
You are worst to have been
You walk through the emptiness of your soul
I can see no red heart just black as coal
For I see no sun in you, neither is doubt
It's all dark and hollow throughout
For I laugh again on what you are
There is nothing boiling in there,
nothing is tense
It's just you and your hollow existence
2 comments:
This is amazing...how did you reach to such close analysis?
Beautiful...the sense of living the void has always been a mystery to me
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