Vacant

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