Grinding Sound of Emptiness

From the Summer of 2006

The sun doesn't shine in the dark sky tonight
There are no stars over the city that dies
Empty hearts of the coldest embrace
No reason to go on, or leave this place

I have seen so much yet I know nothing at all
Gears turn to create our on going destruction
Grinding sound of emptiness, this is the industry
Business as always is the rue of these days

Birth into death is all this life gives
Each happens only once and not to your volition
Make what you will, time stops to lay claim on all
And then the light goes out . . .