Empty World

Empty world,
Incarcerated in a tomb of bereft beauty
Caressing the precipice of bejeweled contempt
Desolated and wandering vacant.

Empty world,
Lost in the vacuum of transient gratification
Dressed in the apparel of hollow endeavour
Sinking under the garment of egocentric desire.

Empty world,
Buried under the carnage of superficial glory,
Pertaining to life and allure less substantive reference,
Imploding into the silence within to permeate the void.

Empty world,
Extraditing the heart of the soul and bleeding in its wake.
Without acknowledgement and without comprehension
For your cavity is overt in the face of satiation.

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