It's a bliss to feel this empty I say,
There was a corpse by night and a human by day,
For years, this corpse rose and regretted each time,
When it was morning again and the sun begun to shine.
It's fate didn't shine and it never will,
Kept waiting for night, so much time to kill,
Day dragged on with souls to appease,
Slightest mistake and they were easy to displease,
When it was dark, the mask used to come off,
The walls were privy to self mockery and scoff,
And self pity and feelings of being worthless,
And never being accepted, of rolling tears endless.
The ramblings so sad suddenly changed in a jiffy,
Our corpse was feeling no sadness, no pity,
No fear, no joy, no anger, no love,
Just a hollowness so deep, lurking above,
And below, churning it's inside and out,
There was no feeling, so there was no doubt,
Saddest of the saddest things didn't bring forth a tear,
The conversations with self stopped, it's whole life was a smear,
Of blackness and darkness at the end of a tunnel,
Nowhere to be and no one to trouble,
No one to talk to and nowhere to go,
It's really a bliss to feel so hollow.
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