I’m Empty

So sick of forgiving

myself for me.

I know that it’s somewhere

the peace that I seek.

Holy of holies,

maker of things,

sister take cover

and see what time brings.


Oh, I am empty

slit my throat,

I will not bleed.

My favorite enemy

I can see

in me.


So sick of my face so,

sleep comes and goes.

In between covers

where nobody knows.

Take me,

I can’t afford

to feed this face

that I’d rather ignore.


Oh, I am empty,

suffer to see,

the stakes are up

from being down.

From being seen

to being me.


Oh, I am empty,

no one can help me.

This time my hatred

is all for me.


HG – 1995-2000

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