Empty table, blocked entry to the tower of babel
Empty chairs, silent interrogation from vacant stares
Empty plate, I scrape the fork to stay awake
Empty wall, save shoulder-shaking, shadow shawls
Empty room, though scent of stalking nightmares loom
Empty breath, no sound to suffer or oxygen left
Empty chest, no spirit haunt, or ghost possess
Empty head, no dreams or schemes, a plea for lead
Too empty, too empty
art: (untitled) by Zdzisław Beksiński
*05.02.20.18.24
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