I feel nothing
Empty is the life in me, empty are the words of me.
Nothing true…
The lies just gather behind the velvet curtain.
Where did they go? The warped words… owned never, by me…

Did the night take them?
Did you take them?

Why did you leave me with nothing?
Why?

I can’t breathe without them. I’m sorry,
I can’t live without them.

Did you know you meant nothing to me? Did you know?
Did you know that all you could give you’ve taken away?

Where has all the beauty gone?
Under the frozen lake with the crusted stars?
Has your blood caked a crisp rim of bitter sorrow beneath my skin?
Just tell me…
Where are the moths that ravaged the carcass of the white wolf