Emptiness
There is hidden in the night
a pretty madness
You can find her, you can hold her
in a dream of sullen sadness
As you sleep beneath the one remaining star.
You are bidden from some height
of petty feeling
To condemn her and to scold her
just to send your vengeance reeling
Then you wake no longer knowing who you are.
You'll be ridden of the light
You'll be stronger, you'll be bolder
You'll be leaping through the ceiling
When your mind's driven afar.
You are nothing, you are nil;
Of complaint you've had your fill
You have given up all will
To forgive, to love, to kill.
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