Frantic Visions

What's in her eyes that make them stare?
Well that's the thing, there's nothing there.
Those deep baby blues are void of all life,
They're a vortex of nothing trapped inside her mind.
Swirling, twirling, Darling don't stop,
It's all in your head, it's all that you've got.
Fall deep into the nothingness
And get ahold of one sweet breath.
Grasp it with all of your mite
And don't you dare lose it from sight.
Search deeper within her core,
See what's left-- if any more--
But if all that's there is one faint voice,
Close her eyes; you have no choice.