Joys of the Emptiness

Breathing here

And the air is clear

Changes of which I could foresee

Shallow despair

Broken years cannot repair

Summoned here

And all must see the hypocrisy

Peel back the face

The sorry mind

The vacant space

Born deprived

The moods expired in reality

A fantasy

Based on harmony

A victim released accordingly

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