Blankly staring into space,
My inner voice silenced,
White noise is all I hear.

Trauma induced apathy,
That sounds good.

There's a re-surging feeling of emptiness,
Something missing, incomplete.

In these empty thoughts,
In my glazed over eyes,
In this shattered organ,
Only one name comes to mind.

In the emptiness dwelling beneath,
A hangman with five letters left,
Care to take a guess?