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.