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.
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.
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.