How do you fill
this big empty?
This place where once,
I had a heart?
Help me chase the kids away.
They stand over
this big gapping hole,
and are yelling “ECHO”,
and it's getting on my nerves.
I look in the mirror,
and I see,
not me,
not me,
who is this,
that I don't see?
No refection,
walking dead,
all my refection
is in my head,
and in my soul,
or a the least,
what's left of it.
“Looking back,
on the memories of,
the dance we shared”.
I could have missed this pain,
but I didn't,
I didn't.
How could I?
It faced me straight,
face to face,
undeniably.
