There is a hollow feeling in my chest

You are gone and I know its too late

I know tomorrow would be like a quest

In the search of a friend or a date

The day before tomorrow

My friends will reason normally

But I will feel all the sorrow

And I’ll act o so happily

I will see the big empty fields

And the vigorous empty skies

But all of these will not yield’s

The unheard heart that dies

Will anyone dared to listen?

To the cries of my soul ripping the silence apart

I know now there is no Eden

So let me die today with a throwing dart

Let me hide behind the doors of domes

Before tomorrows Day’s comes