Empty vision spears out
Finds way into dull brain
Hunger- a form of survival
No truce with blood drain
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Empty Vision
Empty vision spears out
Finds way into dull brain
Hunger- a form of survival
No truce with blood drain
Hand held with no pain
Glittering stars smiles away
Heaven calls with a motherly tone
Life moving with all sway...
They ask merely for a bread
Who cares...
Lives tread with all it's trade...