Christopher Sugatan Fornesa

Back to Home, 11.12.12.

This Great Emptiness.

There's nothing in my soul,

It's all stuck in my heart.

And my mind is restless,

Peace is never gonna come.

Sleep only heals a night,

And the writing? Yes it might.

But the crying, it alleviates

The toll of this great emptiness.

I've sworn myself a mediocrity,

One full of audacity.

But in the end my life is only

Without luminosity.

I shine a light too dull to see,

I speak without the clarity.

In the end I am alone,

The toll of this great emptiness.