Empty Shell
Hopelessness they said
might be the greatest misery of fools
for love is all they play
when no other lies remain to believe
I'm no fool, that's for sure
okay I lied where's the cure
can't help but tripped on an invisible thread
and forever trapped between the jester's web
Never truly alone in solitude
yet feeling so lonely in despair
finding salvation in another's arms
for their bodily sensation and its warmth
loud moans beneath the full moon's glow
a desperate yearning for closeness grows
taking the role of dry tears
with echo of voiceless cries
too bad it won't take long
before all the tricks unveiled
and the nightmares haunt right away
just how can one fill another's half-empty heart
without first learning how to be whole
and how can one mend another's broken soul
without first finding their own role
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