Without You
Without You, life is just an empty space
A purpose that can be erased
No drive to have, nothing to chase
Without You, I fall and bleed mysterious blood
Means nothing compared to the flood
Of red, so much red, the color of good
Without you, smiling faces fade to tears
Beneath the surface is thousands of years
Of forsaken love and spoon-fed fears
Without you, a crumbling world falls to its knees
Some in anger, some in pleas
Broken faith and broken dreams
Without you, threads of me do not exist
And my absence means less then morning mist
Without You, I am not known, so I am not missed
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