God I hate my life
Never knowing from one
Day to another
Will I be able
For what the day
Might bring or take
Or that I will fake
Life to hide
The pain of my emptiness.
How can I fill
This empty spirit
That rings hollow
To every sound of love
Hands held out in
Is a soul that’s empty
Dead or perhaps
Stagnant waiting
For what. Spirit
To be supplied
By.






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