The Empty Song

The empty song that.....

The Window To My Soul

The window to my soul is.....

Nothing is worth what I could try to give to be......

I am not perfect......

The perfect storm is what I am suppose to be......

Ugliness that I have lingering in......

The bare feelings of what should be a glare......

The purge of death that will merge with my emotional distrust......

I keep to myself, letting the sorrow fill me to the brink as I start to sink in my own mind.