An Empty Canvas
Distant sounds of silence
Fill my hollow dreams
Nothing seems to matter
For nothing's how it seems
Just an empty canvas
Without a painters hand
An empty broken vessel
Alone, upon its stand
Lost without direction
A tired and weary soul
Cursed to wander aimlessly
With no clear path to go
Void of all emotion
Not knowing right or wrong
Hopelessly abandoned
With no one to belong
Reprobate of judgement
My soul laid down and cried
Destined to never love again
Without you by my side
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