blank shell

inside this is all that helps, only to feel your existence, deny the truth that my life has changed, hoping that this is all just a dream. living inside of just what could not be, no way to read your obituary, enslaved to a silence so frequently rang, buried the place that reminds me you lay. this isn't what you really are, blindfolded through the hurt, so sorry, so sorry, memories my mind still replays, comforting thoughts 'til i awake. the presence of you is haunting through shapes, reflecting your image off on my face, whispered desire to know you're at peace, blank in the eyes you're vacant to me, so with the spirit entirely strong, entirely strong it's time to move on, this isn't what you really are, blindfolded through the hurt, so sorry, so sorry, empty still frames, turning the page, let go, let go your hope, this isn't what you really are, blind folded through the hurt, so sorry, so sorry, let go, let go your hope