Nothing Emptier Than Never

My Immortal – Written by Ben Moody

You’re a room of knives
I can’t escape.
Everywhere I look I see your face.

I wish I could scar, move on,
but I bleed every memory
of you in my arms.

There’s nothing emptier than never,
a hollow haunting of yearning for your return.

I hang from a mirror dancing in your reflection.
Oh tomorrow please cut the string. 

©Susie Clevenger 2023 



Ellecee said…
Susie, this is really beautiful❣️I feel it in my bones🥲🌹