There's a voice in my head,
but I don't know what it says.
I'm just a shell of a man lying in bed,
waiting on a future for days.
I'm not ecstatic nor depressed,
but feeling empty from within.
I once buried my feelings, not as an overstayer but a guest,
maybe that was my ultimate sin.
I hate this feeling of nothingness,
when my mind is spinning but I can't feel anything.
There's mayhem inside of this empty pit,
but there's not a soul outside to create it.
I want to scream and run away,
but is it the hero or villain I play.
I don't have a reason to cry or laugh,
I'm even full of emptiness on your behalf.
In another way, I guess I am emptiness,
which means an absolute presence of joyful nothingness.
Someone who just doesn't need a reason for glee,
As I'm unbound and free.