Empty

The empty canvas.
The time bomb.
Pay crime,
In the gentle rain.
It should happen
to you.
It means
that to me.
Optical octave,
to a blind ear.
It started in.
Spring,
Fair weather,
A thief's kiss,
Paradise!
(It happens,
every Spring)
It was hard
to be you.
It happened one night...
On the island
of lost women.
On the isle
of the dead.
It was a weird tale
of a girl
who returns home,
to find mystery,
and fear.
It was eerie and offbeat.
It left me,
empty.