Hollow words cluttering my mind
Have took the place of what was left behind
Still life vision caught in a stare
I felt no comfort to find you there
Covered with the echoes of conversations
The weight of hate
The depth of anger
Was I to be impressed
Frustrated
Wrapped up
Delivered
Eat with you
Feast upon myself
Engorge yourself with what little I had left
Leaving the shell of the walking dead
And still I can hear words
Cluttering my head.