Kings of Silence

To escape the loneliness

We run after phantoms

The desires that burn so hot it hurts

Lies and selfishness

That hand is empty, no one is there

Walking becomes so difficult

That chair is vacant, not a table for two

Self-deceit and inquietude

The emptiness is not doggo

We search for anything to fill it

To stop the rock on our chests

Time and impatience