A Wasteland of Emptiness

There is a wind blowing inside us, thru a wasteland of emptiness
Without the possibility of germinating to fulfill our potential
Our nothingness is an internal vacuum with an insatiable appetite

A black hole at our core, threatening to suck everything else in
Our lives are essentially hollow, lacking inner strength and vigor
We seem to have lost our insides somewhere

Our guts have been removed and discarded or lost
The void within gives a painful, drawn feeling to our faces

We know that we are doomed creatures, fighting hopelessly for life