In The Dehydrated Mind, Tears Are A Waste

 

A hollow shell on a beach waiting to
be crushed beneath the weight of
the waves.

Empty and unfulfilled.

The nothing, it closes in at night
so exceptionally heavy you'd think
It'd be something more than it is.

Mud, just stuck
no movement, no feelings,
just kinda here or there.
Numb is just too basic to describe it
it's in the right direction,
but not the right bike.