Empty

by Janyn Ivy Rusia

This restless aimless soul of mine
Wandering in four directions
Insatiable soul within
Stirring seeking empty pleasures

The energy within me stirs
Awakening and moving me
And so the party life started
Empty pleasures, empty pleasures

A servant to the drink that kills
Aimless souls coming and going
Fatal self-gratification
Dark tomorrows and empty dreams

Souls like mine coming and going
Fatal uncalculated moves
No discernment, no emotions
Pleasure today, none tomorrow

Is there salvation from drowning?
Is there hope that I be reborn?
Is there time to start all over?
Am I late or am I on time?