Corpse

I am empty.
Emaciated.
Drained.
Lifeless.
A corpse of what I used to be.
A carcass.
Torn apart,
ravaged by the teeth of predators.

I am empty.
Of a soul.
If not dead yet...
then soon.

My passion is gone,
my spirit fled.
♠ ♠ ♠
Comes from feeling useless and not even near half of what I used to be as a person.