My Life's Pleasures

Missing

An empty, reverberating sound echoes in my ears

A sad, sorrowful tune that wails aloud its fears

The experience it carries with it, is full of wise years

A shadowed reflection of its tone

Sending violent shivers to my bone

The walls are empty, pictures are missing

In this dark place we used to call home

The maestro of this masterpiece is still unknown

The frail and lonely sounds growing ever so soft

As I lay my head down in this abandoned loft

The shadows dance along the dimly lit walls

Painfully wasted memories haunt the halls

This is what is left of the life I used to know

The space, empty now, continues to grow

Inside my heart, the wounds will lay

Digging deeper, tearing open; each and every day

As I drown in my own pool of viscious nightmares

I peel back the pain and scars of my life in bloody layers

Tonight the moon will illuminate the night 

Chasing away memories of the past

And I ask...

Will this night, tonight, be my last?