no one lives here anymore.

a window shutter rattles in the wind
deaf walls stand witness to the nothing
that permeates through such places
filled with ghosts without faces
it's always darkness here
in the absence of love or fear
only a silent whine
that moves like a shark
looking for a prey
desolation doesn't even begin to describe
this place where nothing has survived
empty, vacant, void, are only words
that can't fill this vacuum of everything
even death has passed by this place
with a sigh for there is nothing here
only the ticking sands of time
that fall, to bury it all
no one lives here anymore

----
from a dream

crunch the void

a void
restlessness
an absence
of faith
and all the nice things
that I can never have
for what is within sight
is not within grasp
and a closed fist
is often used to punch the walls
the cockroach in my heart
is eating away all the blood and gristle
the husk of emotions that I am left with
is of no use to me

vacant

the void calls out to me
in my sleep
febrile dreams haunt me
sitting on my chest
malevolent bast
staring into my soul
stripping my sin from bones
i am surrounded by humanity
yet, so alone
if there ever was any hope for me
it's over
done for
no more
i've drowned that bag of puppies
in a swamp that i created
filled with my mistakes
and bad decisions
sins of my father
now i see in my reflection
i'd try and do better
if only i could take action
but the void has got my soul now
it chomps, bites, and swallows chunks
to regurgitate and rebuild me
keep me trapped in this funk
so why do i keep going
so why do i keep waking up
to dig my teeth in the neck of the void
but that's maybe
because
i've nothing better to do