Oh ! the empty hole
   That palpitates through my soul
Where nothing consumes all
   And silence is deafening
The cold sun rises
   Hollow
Upon my pale ways

My empty eyes gaze
   into a space
Where I cannot be
   My mouth tastes the chains
Of Freedom bitter in grit and rust
   And my nostrils swell with
The stench of the situation
   And the silence is deafening

As all the while a cold sun
   Rises pale upon my hollow days