There is a vacancy in my heart,
One that tears me apart.
A vacancy in my soul,
A gaping, ghastly hole.

I am shoveling things into the spot,
Oh how resiliently I have fought.
Yet the world does not see me suffer,
Its forces in response become tougher.

I am tempted to taste forbidden fruit,
Dagger, pills, then dresses and suits.
Solemnly bowed heads, grieving eyes,
A weeping woman whom I despise.

Alas, I would not see these things,
These awful things that funerals bring.
Like ants from the woodwork they'd appear,
As if they ever cared about my fear.

Mommy, drink another beer.
Go ahead and do it.
Mommy, cast another leer.
You will regret it.

Everything teaches a lesson,
Whether it is to be kind,
Or to master yourself,
Control your own mind.

The birds teach us of nature,
Of its necessity in this world.
How black hearts can change
When exposed to its swirls.

The grass teaches us of empathy,
For when tears fall from the sky,
The grass dries them up,
And dabs at the sky's eyes.

People teach one another of compassion,
For the stranger on the street,
The homeless child who
Has nothing to eat.

Lessons are everywhere,
If you just look around.
I promise there are an
Infinite number to be found.

Sleepy boy, sleepy boy,
I miss you, my sleepy boy.

Miss your warmth next to me,
Sleepy boy,
Yours lips that set me free,
Sleepy boy.