Empty Creations

An empty shell Built to automate emotion Consider well That nothingness becomes an ocean An empty hole Where everything is how to save you What you don’t know Is that nothingness becomes what you do An empty chair Lifeless and abused forever The distant stare The nothingness exists to sever So full of pain Your demons whisper words of heaven Now start again The nothing has you count to seven So full of joy Your mask has got you wrapped in silence To not destroy Your nothingness repressed the violence An empty shell So full of concentrated silence Considered well That nothingness creates horizons