Sifting through solitude
Sick and shallow
Fuck this place
Seeing everyday pass
Intangible
Sedated and crumbled
Means nothing but........maybe.
The serated stars
Bring calm to the storm.
Emptiness decays in my stomach
Filling lungs and heart
with the loathing of living.
Sickness of emotion
Hating the unexplained
Waiting,waiting........waiting
Wow. I would just leave that one word, but I shall write more. "Emptiness decays" oh my. Those two words alone are searing. I read the comment from free, and maybe you could end the piece powerfully, but the way you end it is representative of the decay in the piece. I love it. Very nicely done!!!