The Empty Places
If I never took a risk,
there'd be no jagged scars
furrowed on this mortal soul,
nor engraved upon my heart
If I never took a risk,
no scars would map the places
of battles lost...and won,
no trophies for those races
If I never took a risk,
there'd be no gaping place
chiseled from my heart...
making you a perfect space
But since I took that risk,
The wounds of risk have healed
sealing you inside of me,
...in those empty places, you have filled
in the end, i’ll be
f r e e
my reality
birthed from the tar
soaking my bones and
drowning my lungs in
fear,
fear,
fear
in the end, i’ll be
f o u n d
my resound
voiced from the ache
haunting my heart and
gutting my soul with
hurt,
hurt,
hurt
in the end, i will
f a d e
my masquerade
come to a close,
breaking the mold and
reflecting my life in
truth,
truth,
truth
in the end, i will
s e e
the real me
from beyond the thoughts
plaguing my mind and
veiling my eyes with
black,
black,
black
in the end, i’ll be
free, i’ll be
found
and i’ll fade
when i see that
in the end,
it doesn’t
even
matter.
