Vacant by Sybil Smith

Inside,
Empty like a dream
My thoughts
Remain unseen
It feels
Like home,
Thankfully,
Alone.
No one to know,
No one to be,
It feels
Like home,
This vacancy
Is me.


I feel
My imagination,
Constantly dying
In this simulation.
No eyes see through
The illusion before them.
Take your sight with a grain of salt,
And watch the demons pour in.

Inside,
Empty like a dream
My thoughts
Remain unseen
It feels
Like home,
Thankfully,
Alone.

I have been
Searching for
So long,
In the deepest ends.

How can this be?
This isn’t me.

Thankfully alone.
It feels like home.

Inside,
Empty like a dream
My thoughts
Remain unseen
It feels
Like home,
Thankfully,
Alone.
No one to know,
No one to be,
It feels
Like home,
This vacancy
Is me.

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