As I walk along the
blood filled lane,
I stumble as I feel the pain
of something
suddenly leaving me,
and that of which I cannot see.
It is
that which does not exist in time,
or that which you can easily
find,
It is not really something,
but rather it is all of
nothing.
This is not the place in my heart.
If it were,
then it wouldn't depart.
Where that place once stood
is where a
piece of my heart should.
Only a void could leave me feeling
so light
with a hole in my heart that left without a fight
That
one place in my heart, where my love once stood,
It has suddenly
left for good.
