empty space
No one ever warned me about this type of emptiness.
It follows the rhythm of that constant throbbing
in the most hollow spaces of your mind.
It is the type of emptiness
that can devour your dreams at night.
It wanders into the subconscious
shadows of your nightmares
dragging all what is evil out with it…
It is the type that clings
to your stare in the mirror
causing you to lash out;
who the hell are you?
It lets your mouth grow dry
and your throat go numb
because it does not want you
to digest a damn thing
except your forbidden thoughts.
It is the type that kneads its way
into your blood,
feeding all your wicked impulses,
building up levels of rage
and resentment;
the type that has you
bitterly questioning
why you did not adhere
to such a beautiful creature
sooner?
It is the type of empty space
that I can never tell a soul about,
because no one will ever
understand
how much this other side of me
is starving…