The Empty Room
My heart has become an empty room
love has vanished and left me alone
silence is haunting, memories consume
the last look from you was chiseled in stone
The walls of my room are painted in shadows
they peel away when I think of you
this focused illusion always narrows
when I escape the reality that we are through
There are no windows in my room
no light is reflected on its walls
only sadness of internal gloom
where my heart's wormwood emotion crawls
Days and nights are spent in solitary confinement
separated from the love I've known
I created this empty room for my atonement
I'll live out my sentence in my empty room unknown
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