Joys of the Emptiness

Breathing here, and the air is clear Changes of which I could foresee Violence caressing, impending distress As my body lay sleeping, eternally bleeding, and... Shallow despair, broken years cannot repair Summoned here, and all must see the hypocrisy Peel back the face, the sorry mind, a vacant space Born deprived, the moods expired in reality A fantasy, based on harmony A victim released accordingly Scatter the ashes, remains of life's passages, Mocking and meaningless, joys of the empty, and... Mighty and proud, reaching up to touch the shroud Tangled here, and far beyond from atrocity Frozen and cold, bleak the memories of old Times capsize the born desires for technology