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The Sounds of Emptiness

Late at night,
When all is quiet,
And footsteps
No longer echo
In the hallways,
I can hear the
Sounds of emptiness
Pass through my brain.
The radio won't play
My song anymore,
And my thoughts turn
To the fading colours
Of my life.
Love won't come for me anymore,
Simply because I ask it to.
Love won't come for me,
Because I am empty
Inside.
The roses
That I bought my love
Lay dying in the corner,
But I can't bring myself
To move them.
They are all that I have left of her.
My love no longer comes for me,
Because the sounds
Of emptiness
Pass through my brain,
And I am hollow inside.
Love
Can no longer
Help me.

Black Days