Empty

The contemplation of this far fetched imagintation
is reaching out to catch the evaporating drops of your fading aspirations
always seem to care too little, cry too much
consume life for the thrill of a simple rush
taking hits off fear, and letting it fill my exasporated lungs
The good and the bad is growning apart
in attempts to burn the ashes of this broken heart
I cry the rain of uncertainty and the reflection in the puddle is a masked understatement deepining the pain of a traded lie
mixed emotions to watch you fly, in hopes of a happy ending
i hope its not a mistake that im defending
pouring and pouring into a cup that holds nothing but a faint request
nothing more but an empty treasure chest
your running with the contents, while im sitting waiting, slowley debating...
if its an angel im holding, or a sin im creating
the guidance of an empty smile
can lead the way for a little while
before i myself beg not to walk but run the very last mile