The Emptiness From Which I Fed

Silence in shivering solitude
Obligations pressure for all to bear
All the pitiful answers, the innocent lies
Can mere words fill
The emptiness from which I fed?

Be gone, oh yielding evidence of greed
Safe now in the other shore
Behind: The emptiness from which I fled.

Can silence be shared?
If so, can the perception of silence
Fit into the frame which is represent
The unity for which we stand?
The confines representing a timeless sacrifice
No eye can of silence tell lie.

Silence, yet the absence of sound
Does not feed me
The essence of beauty alone
Fall silent to lingering charm.

Brought forth be the sun
Shed light on the emptiness.

What can be extracted from nothing
What can be found within the emptiness
Be gone, oh yielding evidence of greed
Safe now on the other shore
Behind: The emptiness from which I fed.

Brought forth be the errors of our ways
As is denial so is contempt
Introspective to all but one
Tear apart the flames
No eye can of silence tell lie.

How can I even begin
The battle where no one wins
From answers I now flee.

Screaming out too no avail
Have I become what for so long I've dread
The missing pieces
Must now be replaced.

What eyesight fails to grasp
Is the emptiness from which I fled.