Empty Room

There's an emptiness
in a room with black walls and light wooden laminated floors.
The room has white crescent moon molding and white funiture with black trim.
There is a stone fireplace with a wood burning fire roaring.
Still there is an emptiness.

There is a black coffee table in the center of the room,
atop a white sqaure rug.
There is a portrait of an angel staring upwards in a silver frame,
and a window with a view of a clear ocean.
Still there is an emptiness.

There is a purple grinder on the coffee table,
filled with a green substance.
Across from the portrait on the opposite wall is a mirror.
There is a statue of a woman on the left of the black and white couch.
Still there is an emptiness.

There is a white paper on the table to the left of the grinder,
also filled with a green substance.
To the right of the couch is a black round table.
There is a lamp with a silver frame sitting on top of that table.
Still there is an emptiness.
In the reflection of the mirror are the vacant eyes of a man
with a joint in his hand,
That burns a sweet smoke deep into his lungs,
just above his soul
where the emptiness lies.