Here we are, shadows of ourselves
screaming desperately into a void
hoping that our echoes will reach the ******
and they, in their curiosity, will return
but the void is just empty dark
and no ghosts nor angels dwell here
it is just as empty, and lonesome
as your brittle heart now is,
the same heart that jumps with excitement
when the returning voice screams back
"COME HOME"
alas, an echo from shadow
the void is empty my dear

we are shouting at the dark.