Emptiness
A word heard too often
It is not mine
The once familiar
Things that do fill me
Have just been mutated
Now beyond recognition
By the monster who controls
And corrupts me
It fights for more power
I grow weak
Its hurting me and
Enticing me simultaneously
'What's wrong' They ask
I am losing
The battle for myself
Me
Verses
The Monster

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