At the End
The empty beat
of an empty mind,
each thought a dream
too long confined
within the cage
of empty laws,
from which
my inspiration draws
a palace made
of black and white
tucked deep within
an empty night.
And under empty,
starless skies
we dance a dance
of empty lies
in hopes of finding
warmth again,
some company
at the very end
where sky and earth
and water meet
at the empty shells
beneath our feet,
the stretch of sand,
the empty shores,
where empty people
walk through empty doors.
of an empty mind,
each thought a dream
too long confined
within the cage
of empty laws,
from which
my inspiration draws
a palace made
of black and white
tucked deep within
an empty night.
And under empty,
starless skies
we dance a dance
of empty lies
in hopes of finding
warmth again,
some company
at the very end
where sky and earth
and water meet
at the empty shells
beneath our feet,
the stretch of sand,
the empty shores,
where empty people
walk through empty doors.