Emptyness
Is filling my void
Urges to love or hate
Are destroyed
There is nothing
An empty glass bottle
That once had the carbonation
Of emotions bubbling
On its insides
Stands alone
At room temperature
No warmth
No coldness
Just dry
Just a guy
Who's tried
To control his pride
As the people he loved
So dearly
Have him
Ostricized
Criticized
Scrutinized
&
Crucified
Call me Jesus
But I don't wanna die
For my people's sins
I used to though
Unconditional Love
in my heart used to flow
But now if you were
To speak into my soul
You would hear your own
Echo
I feel nothing
No more blood
Boiling or freezing
in my veins
But I know
Its still flowing
Because my life
Is sustained
2 rivers
Unknowingly & uncontrollably
stream on both sides
Of my face
They're not of pain
They're not of sorrow
They're not of joy
Tears of nothing
When I say this
You may be appalled
But I both love & hate
that I'm feeling
The feeling of not feeling
Its amazing
that you can still feel
Nothing at all
