Empty
Why is it I feel, so empty inside?
There's nothing to fear, no drama to hide.
But yet I feel dark, and brooding and blind.
Is there nothing to be done? No savior to find?
To what end is there still? A harrowing death?
My blood will not spill, 'til my master's request.
Why life is fleeting, I haven't yet guessed.
But my heart is still beating, and I still have my breath.
My world has caught fire, it seemed like good fun.
With no one to save it, I'm left there to run.
But there it is I find myself, at the end of a gun.
He's pulling the trigger, but I care not what is done.
A flicker of time, the clock will rewind.
The semblance of life, all a flash in my mind,
but this will all end, a mess, my dear friend.
As I looked in his eyes, I thought myself blind.
Was it a dream? The killer and me?
We were one and the same, a complex I'd say.
A flicker of doubt, but I know of the bout.
It was real as the day, so what can I say?
I wrestle myself? A troubling delve.
To muster an answer? It's as deadly as cancer!
Nothing I'll find, in this darkness I hide.
But there's nowhere to run, so this must be done.
A war that's so trite, it's hardly a fight.
Where nothing is won, it just comes undone.
But I still have my hope, it's nothing to joke.
And one day I will conquer, this mind I have fought for.
It's a dilemma you see? But how can it be?
I'm one and the same, yet split in my ways.
This cannot be, yet it's happening to me.
Can anyone save, this wretch in his grave?
A hope that is fading, yet burning alight.
There's one that can save me, will they come in the night?
And see his light fading, and pity his fight.
For life with a purpose, burning, still bright.
Will they ask of my injuries, of my bruises and blood?
Or will they just carry me onward, and trudge through the mud?
Will I thank them cheerfully of the help that they've done?
Or will I take her hand gently, and call her my love?...
There's nothing to fear, no drama to hide.
But yet I feel dark, and brooding and blind.
Is there nothing to be done? No savior to find?
To what end is there still? A harrowing death?
My blood will not spill, 'til my master's request.
Why life is fleeting, I haven't yet guessed.
But my heart is still beating, and I still have my breath.
My world has caught fire, it seemed like good fun.
With no one to save it, I'm left there to run.
But there it is I find myself, at the end of a gun.
He's pulling the trigger, but I care not what is done.
A flicker of time, the clock will rewind.
The semblance of life, all a flash in my mind,
but this will all end, a mess, my dear friend.
As I looked in his eyes, I thought myself blind.
Was it a dream? The killer and me?
We were one and the same, a complex I'd say.
A flicker of doubt, but I know of the bout.
It was real as the day, so what can I say?
I wrestle myself? A troubling delve.
To muster an answer? It's as deadly as cancer!
Nothing I'll find, in this darkness I hide.
But there's nowhere to run, so this must be done.
A war that's so trite, it's hardly a fight.
Where nothing is won, it just comes undone.
But I still have my hope, it's nothing to joke.
And one day I will conquer, this mind I have fought for.
It's a dilemma you see? But how can it be?
I'm one and the same, yet split in my ways.
This cannot be, yet it's happening to me.
Can anyone save, this wretch in his grave?
A hope that is fading, yet burning alight.
There's one that can save me, will they come in the night?
And see his light fading, and pity his fight.
For life with a purpose, burning, still bright.
Will they ask of my injuries, of my bruises and blood?
Or will they just carry me onward, and trudge through the mud?
Will I thank them cheerfully of the help that they've done?
Or will I take her hand gently, and call her my love?...