This world is cold
The life in it moves aimlessly around
Faces are a blurring line
Bodies are of nothing
Spirits are hollow
People try to fill the hollow with many things
They try to fill it with pride and gory
They try to fill it with love and compassion
And they try to fill it with joy and pleasure
But in this world those are just meaningless things
They serve the purpose of filling
Nothing more and nothing less
They run across souls like water on a surface
Always changing
Always fading
Being a hollow figure in the scene that never dies
Only moving through the life it has that is meaningless
Nothing is forever
Nothing in this world is clear
It is a smug of shades of shapes and colors
It fades from the colors to the shadows
Never ceasing to a certain degree
Of want and need
It is from the bright light to the gloomy dark
That only those that have lived in the dark
Stayed in the dark
And never wish to see the light once more
Have known what this world means
And forever more
It means nothing
It has nothing
It is nothing