In the hollowness of a soul
things echo in the empty realm
eyes dark, sketched in coal
no one at the helm

Searching for anything but dark
not knowing exactly what
face without a mark
glances never caught

Emotions without a trace, but appearing constant
thoughts of guilt, soon to erase, new ones soon to plant

These things daily arise
not thought much of
Pushed over by several lies
Is this what represents love