Vacant Soul
There, standing in the crowd.
Making no difference.
Making no sound.
Only sudden moves.
As she realises, it’s all an illusion.
In her nothingness a dream.
In her loneliness a break.
Putting an end is all she keeps thinking
Empty eyes on her face with tears along
Staring in her darkness without even blinking
Wondering the taste of death all alone
Silence stops now
A little sound is heard
No wondering how
Broken things were made
By her
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