Deafening

This emptiness is deafening.

The sound of nothing echoes through the canals of my ears, as it beats on the drums, and triggers these tears.

This emptiness is deafening,

Cause all I seem to feel is the presence of nothing and the absence of everything.

This emptiness is deafening.

I am hollow, these bones are hollow, these victories are hollow.

THIS EMPTINESS IS DEAFENING!

Am I the only one aware of the lack of substance in the air OR is it just that I’m, the only one who cares?

Are you even listening? Baby, are you there? Can anyone hear me? Am I not being clear?

My emptiness is deafening.

I’m just waiting to disappear.