The words that I write are empty
They take up space, but they mean nothing
Just as I am in this world.
I feel a black abyss inside
All I know is the word:
Emptiness
Where has my fulness in life gone?
It was sucked out of me.
When?
The day you left me.
Why have you taken the satisfaction of life and left me bones?
Bones that break easily
Bones that shake and rattle
Bones that when broken, do not heal
Oh my love, oh my rose,
Why have you done this to me?