Like An Opened Box

Does This Space Really Need To Be Filled?
Theres Something About Emptiness That I Can't Quite Explain.
Like A Box A Box Full OF Nothing,
Life Without Pain,
It's Only Filled When The Emptiness Is Gone,
Does It Being Alive To Be Killed?
And Is Living Emptiness Until Death Becomes Us,
Like A Box Full Of Nothing,
Life Without Pain,
It's An Existance Wasted With Everything To Gain,
If You Stare At The Sun,
You Still See A Shadow When You Close Your Eyes,
Is This Natural Light Empty Like Me,
Is There Some Shadows Through Darkening Skies,
Do You Know How To Think nothing?
Sit And Stare At The World With A Clear Mind,
Can You Forget Everything And Anything?
Believe Me You Will With Time,
So Empty, So Hollow,
Sick Of Today And I Can't Face Tomorrow,
Theres One Thing, That Will Change This,
That Look Of Comfort, But In My Thoughts With Bliss,
I'm Waiting, Convince me.
I'm worth something more than just a jaded memory,
Theres One Thing, That Will Change This,
That Look Of Comfort, But In My Thoughts With Bliss,
But Its Over, And I Feel Safe,
I Opened This Box And I Fill It With Hate.

Rate this poem: 

Reviews

No reviews yet.