Empty Dining Space

Finally apparent why you are my shelter

Fortress where I should rest and recover

Empty everywhere else although loud noises and flashes rage

Open doors just dressed up cages

God I don’t want illusions touching me

Promising packed plates of vanity pride filing

The weed sex food liquor entertainment failed

Big promises empty endings after instant gratification

Hold me as I am cleansed

I want heavenly gifts instead of fleshly shifts towards the grave.

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