empty

for his whole life, nothing.

e
m
p
t
y

of everything.
lost of kinship,
hiding behind a mask
of his own face
a plastic ocean cries humanity-
to hell with that.
while the warmth of a sweater cries humanity-
to hell and back.
yet the voices just echoed down the empty, empty halls
through an empty, empty world
of bloody meat and smoke
until he meet
h i m
standing behind the counter, a sharp gray face,
handsome,
three strikes to the heart
but he was just as empty
you can't help but wonder if maybe
just maybe
maybe they
could fill each other up

Written April 2021

Inspired by Batterie from OFFF by Mortis Ghost! Love these dweebs. Get the game below!

Take me back.

Take me home.