Half Empty

Creaking doors open to balckened rooms;

Scarlet robes fill up the empty tombs.

It's almost beautiful.

Dont you think?

Dpression brought on by a singular kink.

Beauty, of course, as defined by

Nothing more than a naked eye.

Relating things like sorrow and love

As mainly being composed of

Empty thoughts that pass on by,

Just lonely shaodws through the sky.