Empty Soul

A hollow wind moves through my chest,
Where once a heart would beat and rest.
Now silence hums a ghostly tune,
Beneath a cold and distant moon.

No echo answers when I call,
Just shadows dancing on the wall.
My voice is lost, my name unknown—
An empty soul, a house of bone.

The world moves on, in brilliant hue,
While I walk blind, in shades of blue.
Their laughter floats like foreign songs,
Too far to reach, where I belong.

I press my hand to morning’s light,
But feel no warmth, no end to night.
A stranger in my own skin grown,
Loneliness my only home.

Yet still I breathe, and still I wait,
For chance, or change, or twist of fate—
That something kind might one day find
This vacant room inside my mind.

Empty Sould - Я-ĐÆỸ2119

R-Ḏæy:“Everything can be created on the Right Day; But it is up to the human to mantain it“

Empty Sould - Я-ĐÆỸ2119

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