The absence of me, my very own self
Non existing inside of my vessel once again
How incredibly strange, to wake up hollowed out
To be the absence of a person you’ve always been

Hollowed, by the image of your claws at my skin
Again you grab my face and words swarm my
Ears like bees and wasps I cant let back in
I saw you in my minds eye and let you fill me

An empty bee hive is all I am now
The honey has dried and the clutter of buzz is gone
Hollow is all there is to define my insides
The tree will finally drop me to the rocks before long

The me is gone with no light, simply hollow
The fear is reality as I can see the rocks getting closer
An absence of life is one of the greatest fear
Now I fear that it is only fear which will follow