Empty

When I'm done with you,
You'll be a locust husk
Like the rest of them.
And you'll wonder why you feel so empty. 


For me, the hole will open up again,
A terrible wound that will never heal.
I can't keep picking at it.
I bleed it out
Fill it with colorful drugs and drinks,
But it will not go away.

I want to lie down there with the rest of them,
To feed this earth that has tried its best
To keep me grounded,
To get away from these dreamy clouds forever.
My head in the clouds...

I cannot get away from them.
They are all around me,
Keeping me from any real version of you,
Keeping me from doing the right things
To fill that hole.

Those clouds,
They are home,
And so I stay...
For now.