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.
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.