Joys Of The Emptiness

Breathing here
And the air is clear
Changes of which I could foresee

Shallow despair
Broken years cannot repair
Summoned here
And all must see the hypocrisy

Peel back the face
The sorry mind
The vacant space
Born deprived
The moods expired in reality

A fantasy
Based on harmony
A victim released accordingly

Mighty and proud
Reaching up to touch the shroud
Tangled here
And far beyond from atrocity

Frozen and cold
Bleak the memories of old
Times capsize
The born desires for technology