Feelings of solitude,
Surrounded by friends and family
who bathe life in song and hope
and yet present are emotions of a forsaken.
There's nothing locked within the vault,
no one would bother to break in, there's
nothing of worth awaiting.
Desolate wastelands of longing,
barren fields of love,
stripped forests of feeling.
There's not even tears waiting to fall, they've
been spent, stretched far beyond the limit.
A blank and uncaring stare is masked
by a fair facade of laughter.