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