Empty

Go.. go wherever you wish to. Away, away from the world where I live. Far, far away, where I'll be unable to catch a glimpse of your shadow. There's no movement within me - all Still, which is what I fear. The ocean is usually still before a storm. A storm that washes away everything. But there is nothing within to be washed away - its empty. And it is by choice that I want to be left this way - Empty from Within.

I don't have anything to give
There's just nothing inside
At some point in my life
Everything just went and died

I'm empty, I'm hollow, unoccupied
I'm just a walking ghost
I rattle and shake as I walk
As a human I'm just broke

I have no heart.. its gone missing
Along with my soul
My thoughts and feelings have run away
And left me with a black hole
 
There's nothing to give.. There's nothing to take
I'm on the edge about to crack
I'm never going to find where I am
Empty and never coming back...

~ Extracts from Kate Emma