Time goes by,
as I'm thinking of you,
and all it used to be.
Holding onto something gone,
held too tight,
holding only a dream.
Lost my focus,
I blanked out,
thinking of your face.
All this time,
I never knew,
I was holding empty space.
No remains,
no smiles or hugs,
to brighten my day.
Still, I do these awful drugs,
and pray the memories stay.
Calling out your name,
just to hear the silence.
Striking down my blade,
just to feel the violence.
I'm empty.
I'm empty.
I'm.....empty.
