Empty Rooms

I look up at your broken bricks
as I walk past on a rainy afternoon.
That life I was promised those years ago,
shines as bright as a full moon.
I think back to those crazy nights,
of screams and whispers of thought.
Those empty words and empty secrets,
now blessed with empty rooms.

Much history resides in this gloomy edifice,
the remains of morbid mistreatment.
Grief-stricken and shocked,
all three times I was there,
only memories have beaten the clock.
Those empty promises and empty pacts,
now blessed with empty rooms.

The demons of past and present
are locked inside that nest.
From both sides of the coin,
that world was too tough
to swallow and to digest.
But I’m here now,
walking past on the outside.
Past the empty pledges and empty oaths,
now blessed with empty rooms.

I will continue to walk past you,
with a grand smile across my face.
Your existence is now futile
and I have won this race.
Your purpose is now gone,
your raison d'être, dead.
I will now live my life
with vigour and with no dread.

I will continue to walk past you,
with a grand smile across my face.
Past the empty words and empty secrets,
now blessed with empty rooms.