There’s nothing else here

it’s as empty as

your heart chambers

I can still hear the echo

of it’s palpitations

calling my name

it’s as distorted

as it’s always been

and I can’t respond

you don’t understand

all I have left

is a pencil

that’s been burned to pieces

a padlock

that’s never been able to

keep strangers away

and a half burned candle

that’s never gotten me to

stop wanting to burn things

down to a crisp

including everything

its ever touched