I have a tendency
To sit around
Staring
Mesmerized
By the nothingness
That is projected
At me
In my empty
Soulless
Stare
I hear the echoes
Haunting me from the past
A nightmare
Sitting in the corner
Patiently awaiting
My folly
The cobwebs
They gather like false friends
My heartbeat is so
Genuinely silent
Until I beg to not have one
That is when
It screams the loudest
A sinful laughter
At the expense of
My broken
Shattered
Memory