Half empty is a mountain
Risen skyward hanging clouds
Below the ruts tears a valley
Hollow, devoid of substance
The bottom strewn with debris
The wasteland holds everything
A wasteland is made of nothings
Empty is a feeling that crushes
Surrounded by sand, peebles
Giant mountains cried away it.
Leaving it all here at the bottom
The bottom is empty
Empty in feelings
Empty in purpose
Empty in existing
To get here several deaths
Self inflected, self perpetual
Trauma is your lover
Crisis is your breath
Heartache your guide.
Bathing in the void
Sinking into the depths
Cling to your emptiness
Or climb out of the valley

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