It lunges about in my chest
Broken cold and hollow
Empty pages
Unable to fill the book
Aching aching aching
Cry out louder
To no audience
But yourself
Withered and broken on bedsheets
Sweating out lust and frustration
You sad shattered boy
Once so bright a star
Now dimly hangs in the night sky
Guiding no sailors and serving no purpose
But blocking the light behind
Weep and lament
Crippled in spirit and constitution
Unable to fill your own smoking void
In the chest and cock
Wasteful wretch
Balance spinning plates and add till they fall
Pray the distraction will soothe your soul
The plates will break and you will start over
With shards on China in your chest
To try and force the pieces to fit
But naught can salve this gaping wound