This time, I felt nothing. Not the fast beat of the heart. Not the violent wave of rage. Not the muffled tears of sadness. Not the all-encompassing envy. Not the unstoppable movement of despair. Not the stinging noise of defeat. All that was left, was that bitter taste, In the back of my throat. I called out, and the moon... Didn't respond. I was empty, And nothing in the world, could fill me.