Emptiness,
The only thing that's left,
There's nothing to fill my empty soul,
Nothing left at all.
What is the worth of life?
Simple, the question is not,
But for as I see,
Life is but the lowest level of hell,
An empty pain,
Empty torture,
An empty heart,
Only a vessel.
A vessel of nothing,
Yet holding all,
Though this may be,
It's still just worthless.
