It’s ironic how
Emptiness can occupy such a large place
As a human heart.
It’s anatomically and medically and probably physically impossible
But it is somehow possible.
There’s no way I can prove it but  
It’s there.
You feel the nothingness spreading its roots in your heart.
And you feel every inch of the pain they inflict
You feel its wicked wings shooting its sharp feathers,
Cutting each and every one of the heartstrings in the most
Inhuman way possible.
You want to cry but
The null has consumed
The last drop of the
Tears of emotion you have left.
Even if you are a Houdini at the art of escaping,
How do you escape the perfect trap that you set yourself?