Empty

Walking around in an empty mind,

No where to run and no where to hide,

No sense of distance and no sense of height,

In a mind that is empty and white,

No feeling sad or lost,

No feeling hungry or angry,

No more feeling love,

Just walking around, 

In a place where your screams make no sound,

No more feeling hot or cold,

No one for you to hold, 

No more tears for you to hide, 

​​​No more places for you to find, 

All your memories are a blur 

In a place with the cure 
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Light as a feather,

Stiff as a board,

No one to bother,

And no one to bore,

In a place of many,

This is the empty.