Joys of the Emptiness - Paradise Lost

Breathing here, and the air is clear\nChanges of which I could foresee\nViolence caressing, impending distress\nAs my body lay sleeping eternally bleeding, and…\nShallow despair, broken years cannot repair\nSummoned here, and all must see the hypocrisy\nPeel back the face, the sorry mind, a vacant space\nBorn deprived, the moods expired in reality\nA fantasy, based on harmony\nA victim released accordingly\nScatter the ashes, remains of life’s passages,\nMocking the meaningless, joys of the empty, and…\nMighty and proud, reaching up to touch the shroud\nTangled here, and far beyond from atrocity\nFrozen and cold, bleak the memories of old\nTimes capsize the born desires for technology