blank eyes
a vacant space
glaring now
looking right through
right past
do not see the face.

the black rims mark
the place where
the soul should be
instead it's empty.

a feild of resolutions.
a mess of insecurities
black on white on black on green.
look past, look inside.

look through the one
who let herself
become the one what died.

and so they claim this
is living.
this is what looking for
should find.
so cold now
so lost...
a vancancy limgers here
on the dawn of her life.

will it fill the void
would the call be made
just hear the voice
across the line
one last time.

swimming in sorrow
a rope burns through
and yet there
in the burrow
a burden of blood and old tears
crusted shut her heart became
it's just a one man game.

if they could reach inside
and find out where it hides..
the pang of despair
feel the burn feel the burn
the rope on neck skin
the optimism dead
for all eternity will not she see?

searhcing and moving closer
to a goal that does not exist
wonder, forget.
vancant and desolute...
it's no longer left up to dispute.

blank eyes
a vacant space
glaring now
looking right through
right past
do not see the face.

xoxo
Ellie J