I don’t know how to say
What to talk
I want to die so much
Communication just
Doesn’t
Cut
It
So    
      I
            cut
                this
                 flesh
                                                  ­         instead
But blood is thinner than the pain that lives in my bones
And though I’ve only just begun to shed my life
I feel more empty then before
Empty and cold
Empty and vacuous
There’s a galaxy in me, a universe
I can’t feel it, I know it’s there
    But
Everything
               Is
    Still

              and empty
                   and pitch
                               B
                                       L
                                           A
                                             C
                                               K

And even when there’s a whole universe of stars inside me,
the light is hidden by the shadow of a
heavy,                empty                 darkness.
And I cannot conquer, so to the shadow I succumb.