What is the true meaning of empty?
Is it the blankness of the worlds canvas?
Or the feeling that crawls into your core?
Maybe even when one is stripped of their being?
No one seeks the goal of emptiness
It may leave thee in an abyss of pain
To cling to the last hope that one will come
to rescue you from the walls that don't exist
You float in your own soul
Clutching to everything that is yours
Willing it not to leave you alone again
"Will I loose you yet again?"
You ask yourself
But those you hold dear to your heart
The Lord will grant these needs
And shall never part with those in true emptiness
Is it the blankness of the worlds canvas?
Or the feeling that crawls into your core?
Maybe even when one is stripped of their being?
No one seeks the goal of emptiness
It may leave thee in an abyss of pain
To cling to the last hope that one will come
to rescue you from the walls that don't exist
You float in your own soul
Clutching to everything that is yours
Willing it not to leave you alone again
"Will I loose you yet again?"
You ask yourself
But those you hold dear to your heart
The Lord will grant these needs
And shall never part with those in true emptiness
Just some vent art~ hope it fits in intermediate <33
