Empty
Standing on an absence, flickering out in the dark
Waking, slowly moving forward
Always drawing in, always pulling
These visions, regression behind the movements that we made
To this end, am I?
Hoping, wanting more than mountains
Wrought from the earth and my mind
Pretending, un-mending
The center followed into me and fell apart, always broken
This tension, obsession
Behind the memories that have made who I am inside
All in this, I am. I was. Behind this empty space was me, unmade
These shadows I can't contain have left me here in all I lost
In all I lost inside me. Pulled apart, from light, into the earth
