The Empty Deal

In the colourless paths of darkness,
I see your eyes hunting for love.
Ecstasy in loneliness you once sought,
are seeking arms of care now.

The sisters of malice empty their cup,
To pour some of your blood.
You scream that you are left alone,
and your foe seems like your bud.

You hide midst the crowd,
Looking for a safe pair of eyes.
Swords of words they fence with,
fearful are their hoarse cries.

You run from thoughts to thoughts,
Your emotions are indifferent to feel.
You wait for the waves to wash you off,
cause you are just an empty deal.