I am as empty as they come a ship with holes in its floorboards; life seeps in and out of me, a constant balance of nothingness. I'm aware of the input, but it slides out from underneath me before I have a chance to bid it a proper goodbye.
I am as empty as they come a disillusioned body suffering from disorders of the mind; a carcass of medication packaged neatly with skin and vacant eyes.
I am as empty as they come: An abandoned ship, An abandoned mind, the disillusioned eyes of the blind.
I am as empty as they come. But I too, was once filled to the brim with heart-pounding vigor.