here i lay thinking
tears spilling from two hollow pools,
eyes closed hiding from light
as arms clutch shoulders for support.

what have i done?

the thought disgusts my soul
that feels caged inside
my body, once home.

fingers lay over skin so delicate
half crescent moons shining in red.

oh, oh dear,
my lonely heart wails,
in pity of the deranged state
my hands dragged my empty soul.

my legs lay frozen, twisted,
owing to being limp with loathing to walk.

even my lips lay parted, parched
of words that won't —can't— spill
from the void endless in me.

-Emptiness