Drone

Don't you lift your mighty head from it's restful sleep. Let your hollow eyes shift around this empty room. Can't you see what you've become? Droning around in a clumsy body, Waiting for something more. You know it will never happen, But still you wait bedside in hope. Drain the vacant cavity where a heart used to beat. Dream that you're not empty and that this hole has always been there. Long for something so distant that your tiny hands can't reach for. And know that this isn't where you were supposed to be. But here you stand, waiting for something more.