where the writers are
Soulless

Existing for existance sake
No purpose other than to live
Dreams to hide the void inside
Of having nothing left to give

Imagined life, imagined hope
Imagined love, imagined fate
The curtain falls to empty halls
The actors take the stage and wait

Passion lost to passing time
The heartache's echoes turn to rage
A gentle touch once meant so much
Now empty words upon a page

Yearning for unreal worlds
Wasted hours, endless days
building walls as darkness calls
And all is fading from my gaze.