PRISONER OF TIME 2 © 2008

Stealing, draining

The foreign nectar,

Sowing the voracious desire,

In the silent, sneaky midst.

Feeding the blind idea,

That grows in darkness,

Turning emptiness into a plot,

A storyline without ground.

Each stolen drop,

Each thread of life drained,

Is part of the woven plan,

In disguised emptiness.

But what arises from deception,

Lacks soul and truth,

And in the end, only remains the damage,

Of an emptiness that perpetuates, without mercy.

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