Empty Nightmare
The winds blow silently through my barren soul
Caressing and touching what is left of my core
I am locked so deeply inside of myself
That I am lost to this world
I stumble through my days
Then drift through my nights
On the outside you will never see
The rot that has devoured me
Cased in a beautiful aesthetic shell
I am pretty to look at but empty as a dry well
You may want to love me
But I will never love you
I have nothing inside of me to give
This is the nightmare in which I live
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