Joys of the Emptiness

Breathing here, And the air is clear Changes of which I could foresee Violence caressing, Impending distress As my body lay sleeping, Internally bleeding, and Shallow despair, broken years Years you cannot repair Summoned here, And all must see the hypocrisy Peed back the face, the sorry mind, A vacant space Born deprived, The moods expired in reality A fantasy, based on harmony A victim released accordingly Scatter the ashes, Remains of life's passages, Mocking and meaningless, Toys of the empty, and 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 --- Joys of the Emptiness - Paradise Lost