empty girl

 

An echo follows you,

not from behind you,

but from within.

 

Hollow girl,

empty words.

 

There is no

quick

fix

for your boredom,

or the absent mind

you protect with venom.

 

Empty girl,

hollow thoughts.

The dead faces

Look around you,

at the dead faces;

hollowed-out eyes,

empty, open mouth;

broken visage of a human being,

far removed from their soul.

 

Satellites drifting,

in lifeless space,

occasionally banging,

against something,

occasionally, someone.

 

No connection,

no meaning,

no passion,

to be kindled.

 

The lost years,

in full swing.

 

Look around you,

at the dead faces.