empty rooms

[Ragga_Wh0re]

im walking through these empty rooms,
feels like im asleep
living a lucid night mare in my waking dreams.

I stumble over the clutter that lines these empty halls,
I trace my fingers along cracked plaster as dust particles fall.

And there they fall to the floor just like me
I stumble over the clutter,and visions flash through my mind
reminding me of those sweeter times,

when all these empty rooms were bursting at the seems
with neverending happiness and hope,
comfort i have never seen...

since you packed your bags and went away
leaving empty rooms in your wake.
And here i find myself broken trying to salvage whatever i can fake.

A moment is all it ever takes,
we blink our eyes and to our surprise life is rearranged,
we`re taught to grin and bare it
make the most of what we have...
but how can we make the most of something when nothings all youve got?
and those full rooms was what you saught,
now your stumbling through the emptiness trying to gather your tattered thoughts,
the only hand flung out to guide you is that of your own,

and yet we still question why in times like this bitterness is all that is ever sewn.