• Sweetly, Sweetly... I die away from me.

    The smell of the air rotted, maybe left some mold.

    Yet being empty is the way it is. Way it shall stay.

    For tenderness can only lead into my inevitable sadness.

    I lay to rest before my ownself.

    Lazily looking upon nothing but darkness.

    Yet I wonder of all the wonders... what fullness it could be.

    I place myself next to me. Curl around my shapeless silhouette.

    I laugh upon the emptiness I shelled.

    I despise the bleak I yet to wake to.

    Empty me of nothing, for I cannot hold no emotions out.

    Despite my salvation, I turn my back to those in need.

    Necessity of me? Nay.. Just pity, and doubt, hoping to lift me from myself.

    And I lay here in wonder... not of the emptiness I have felt.

    Not the days of loneliness of me.. Not the decay and rot.

    I wonder what to wonder of everything of me.

    Where my emptiness will fill.

    Where my wonderful's will build.

    Nothing can become of me without that silhouette to fold and embrace...

    Embrace such realities as it needs to find its place.