Staring out the window tryna figure out-Why he felt like there was something missing from his inner house He felt a drought of vigor, which only triggered doubt-in himself, and in his figure's route and what he was about Through the puddles of water he saw the moons reflection which jittered from the rain, loosing its smooth perfection Every drop created waves around it like a blast, the greater they became the more they faded in the past. And behind the splashing rain he heard her voice
His passion's hunger made him ponder Was his life but a depressing blunder The building pressure made him wish he was a fraction younger A flash of lighting followed by the clashing thunder destroyed his train of thought to pieces like a broken glass and burned away the picture in his head in moments fast and left, nothing but some blundered smoke and hopeless ash, then the wind just blew away the last of the remaining graish residue creating emptiness which made him feel like a painting with out a color just a staining her voice relating as she softly sang
He felt like he was just some matter in this scattered space he wasn't dead but in his head he was a shattered vase- With His spirits roses on the floor becoming only colder He thought the world was over cause his soul was stony dull and Becoming slowly frozen swallowed by the lonely numbness She wasn't there to help him overcome this blinded with no wonder where find the golden oneness Because of all his older flaws she showed him no remorse The only thing she told him was
Deep in his eyes, you saw the darkness that has taken over, and on his face you saw hatred that was aching from the, situation that he wasn't able to escape, that enslaved him on the daily, making him into a crazy imbecile, with no percent, remaining in his battery of faith and hope, and so he wrote a note, and left it on the table. The only thing it said was: She took me silently, and took the emptiness that used to live inside of me.