Empty

It has been a very long time
Since I can recall feeling so empty, so hollow
Like a fish spliced and gutted, stuffed
With a bouquet of splinters that pierce my sorrow.
My heart aches constantly with a throbbing numbness
That I cannot prevent. Every waking moment I feel her absence,
Like a pulled tooth that will not heal and will not relent.
I am lost...I am lost....I am lost
So I will cry again...a torrent of tears that will not dry
Ora pro nobis peccatoribus,
Nunc, et in hora mortis nostrae.
Ora pro nobis peccatoribus,
Nunc, et in hora mortis nostrae.