To A Hollow Soul

This darkness.
So cliche.
Eyes droop,
a pain aches in the back of my head.
But I feel nothing.
As the days;
A blur of black and grey
Throb past.
Like the scraping of nails down a blackboard.

So cliche.
The emptiness.
I've learnt to feel nothing.
To be nothing.
I've taught myself to lie:
To smile.

And my sanity fails.
Slicing through me like a bullet.
And the purring of my sticky-taped heart
Reminds me that there is a point;
A puzzle left in the box.
Dust gathering on the tiny pieces.
Waiting for someone to gather courage
And open the box.

To save her from the
Emptiness.