Sadness seeps through my pores,
Looking for an escape,
But none can be found
So instead it stays within, festering, feeding on my darkened blood.
Sad. Sad. Sad, but yet so emotionless,
Empty.
Nothing is felt, nothing, but everything. The weight of a thousand worlds is on me. On my shoulders, Perched like a parrot,
Singing his happy song, unknowing of the drowning within his branch.
I am the branch.
I am empty.