Empty I sit longing for life,
the walls collapse in my fright,
edged in horror they might see
there is no one inside of me,
carved and hollowed out by man
driving me into manic depression.
The flowers die in my presents,
yet I live in depth of this mess
waiting for relief...
This garbage keeps you away
laughter I will steal from you
and eat it as gnarly flies.
Do not enter !
I don't love myself

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