Blank

I can hear sound of crashes

So close to the ear

With eyes closed

I see abnormal things within

They blindfold themselves

With tangled fabrics linger their heads

Mumbling facts

As if they know there's no fake

I see piled boxes 

They are all black

And once again

I get inside

And somehow crushed into ashes

Not a single thing will give a hand

To a lonely soul stranded on a land

With no plan

Just a blank