Lugging around emptiness

Whispering sweet nothings from my honeysuckle deceitful lips

Obliterated in a basin of self-pity

Pathetically gasping for air

I am a visage

As waterfall streams fill the purest of eyes

In a world where impurity and demise lie

Continuously trying to find the thing that is ME

Only to conclude that what needs to be set free

Is hindered by the thing that is ME

Paralyzed by my own intrusive thoughts

I am a figment of my imagination

I am empty space

Lost, yet to be found

I am to be continued…