Empty Poem by William Levy
Empty
Going in circles and living inside out
Everything keeps going the way i want it to
But the problem is
I shouldn't want it to go that way
Old hands and dead guards
I have no way to defend myself
against the everlasting stream of hate
I built walls and castles to hold it back
but everything turns to dust in the end.
half seeing
half breathing
half alive in you
I will fight against this until I die
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