Empty

Empty words,
Come from holed hearts.
These holes drain emotion.

It's ironic how love covers up these wounds,
Yet its unsurprising they're still there,
Draining the emotion put in.

My heart has many holes,
Yet even when love covers them,
the holes keep bleeding an draining.

Leaving my heart,
totally and utterly,
Empty.

"what's wrong?"
How can I answer this without loading them with my problems?
How can I tell them I'm ok when I know I'm far from it?

How can I help someone feel better when I'm nothing?
Everyone has feelings, no one is empty.
I am no one.

Even the blackest night,
The darkest shadow,
Are full.

I watched the sun set behind the trees,
Saw the sky turn from the blue of life,
To the black of sleep.

It told me something.
Everything comes to a close.
The crickets are the chorus for the requiem.

I want them in my tomb
To sing my last song
In my empty tomb

The moon is full tonight.
"I'm full mommy," complains the child.
Lust fills society.

Yet me,
I'm drained.
I'm nothing.

I can't stay anymore.
Empty promises,
Empty life.

I am a hole.
I am a void.
I am empty.

Sing my tragic requiem.
In my empty tomb,
In my empty heart.