How many tears Must soak the glass in my cup? How many Will leak from the shallowness of my eyes? For all I've seen Is the backwards of me, As I surface through The sun with its smallest share of darkness, Because it cannot warm the universe Where I am lost. I feel ice Upon my arms, As there is blood Between my toes, Too many pairs of eyes Have seen the way forward That I cannot follow Due to my hollow Self, that does not leave an empire behind I did adorn, with her kind. What a life to live Upon the magical soil That sprouts only shadows For me to swallow Whole, through my throat where remnants of her Heaven Was something of a burn That never left From the kisses, The touches, That etched me out among the rest. What leaves emptiness, When emptiness thrives, in me? How many tears Will circle my eyes, before they finally leave? How much sadness Can mock the essences of gladness To never have a place upon their own throne, While finality glimpses its reflection, deep in the muddy lakes?