In vacant spaces, I reside,
A soul devoid of love\'s warm tide.
I search for feelings, night and day,
But find only emptiness in their way.
My heart, a fortress, closed and grey,
Impenetrable, with no way to sway.
The flames of passion, long since ceased,
Leaving only ash, and a melancholy breeze.
I try to feel, to love, to care,
But emotions pass, without a single snare.
I\'m a ghost, a shadow of a man,
Incapable of love, with a heart of sand.
In dreams, I see the love I\'ve known,
A fleeting glimpse of a heart that\'s grown.
But when I wake, the feeling\'s gone,
And I\'m left with nothing but a hollow song.
I\'ve tried to fill the void with temporary highs,
But the emptiness remains, a constant, gnawing sigh.
I\'ve searched for answers in the darkest night,
But the truth remains, a loveless, endless fight.
Perhaps, I\'m broken, perhaps, I\'m cold,
A heart of stone, with a love that\'s grown old.
Or maybe I\'m just lost and can\'t find my way,
To a love that\'s real, and a heart that can stay.
Whatever the reason, the truth remains the same,
I\'m not capable of love, and it\'s a heartbreaking shame.
For in a world that\'s full of love, and laughter, and light,
I\'m a solitary figure, lost in the dark of night.