Empty Page

An empty page, a solemn cry,
A lack of words when tears run dry.
When all is lost and none is good
What light could not, the darkness could.
Candles flicker lusty light
that makes us love the black of night.
A loss of self, a dusty tomb
a grave we dig for ones own doom.
For who are we? Why are we here?
With lack of purpose, growing fear
Why are we here, what can we do
When all our hearts are torn in two.
An empty page, a solemn cry,
Do we live of should we die