I feel like nothing,
it's all that remains.
Its like eating a banquet,
yet nothing sustains.

I hate being empty,
I hate it to the bone,
I hate it more,
then my torn down home.

Someone fill me up,
bring back my emotions.
You can use black magic,
or herbal lotions.

Just bring me back,
to this world.

So I can do my job,
So I can be a herald.