Running On Empty.

Inside my soul empty.
Of emptiness it has plenty.
My heart no longer warm.
It no longer full of loving charm.
My feelings coldly numb.
Loneliness to me does come.
All around me dull and grey.
On top of an unclean bed i lay.
No food to feed my hunger.
The grey sky does loudly thunder.
I pray that i was dead.
So this sorrow leaves my fucked up head.