Beloved Empathy

For a brief moment in this timeline
That you call your own being
I’d like to tell you my well being
Even though empathy is a dying breed

My hands go faster than the brain
To the point that I can’t keep up with myself
My feet are mechanical, they’ll never cease
And don’t even ask about the heart

I occupy a little hole in the wall
Where I curl up when I’m afraid
It’s not pretty, and it’s not a home
I’ve never really had a place to claim

I no longer sleep, for my eyelids are backstabbers
When they close, I am transported to a nightmarish realm
Where the world is as perfect as I could never imagine
I suppose I’ve gotten used to the hell when I’m awake

The god above me died when I was born
At least, that’s what I’ve summed it up to
Prayer is like fool’s gold; a useless disappointment
The devil seems to be in control of this place

I’ve never been in love with a girl before
Just in love with a silly idea in my stupid head
That maybe someday, I’d be happy like the rest of them
And my timeline would have a meaning

Nothing has ever come or gone for me
I’ve never lost, or gained, anything I could hold onto
And it’s better that way, for I’d hate to see
Myself too happy or sad

This moment has passed by far too quickly
And this timeline has grown in considerable length
I must leave you now, to your own thoughts
For I need to bury my beloved empathy