Empty

Tis' the moonlight song
As I sit in this meadow
So Peaceful and Still
I shouldn't feel like the withered rose

Perishing in my Palms
The cool wind on my cheeks
Brings me to this sedated calm
The thoughts so painful; I've now become numb

The sounds of distant piano
Rushes by me
And fills my ears with its essence
Coming from the trees

The only thing I can see past this sheet of ebony surrounding me
My spirit feels so desolate
So empty with despair
No words can truly describe

How I feel here
Words fall out of my hand like it's speaking
Writing what my soul intends to be heard
I find my inspiration in the distorted darkness

Amazed by how forsaken it seems to be
Picking out every star
Bringing out my grotesque sympathy
I feel so hollow truly meaningless to life vacant in thy heart

Withdrawn as one could be
Empty;
Sitting here
In a meadow
So peaceful and still.