Empty when Filled...

Filled with emptyness and false joy, with bitter truth and uneasiness for one must walk in the path of darkness to reach the light… Undeserving and hopeful all are, for in the crowd there stands one apart from the rest, one who shines and refuses to fall one who sings when all hits, and one who rescues when all run…. For looking inside yourself to find your fill is not enough when living day to day no longer satisfies… When tears turn to blood streaming down one’s face and the last breath you take, is taken alone….
For I am the hero rescueing all, but here I stand in the middle of the crowd empty…. when filled….

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