Empty

I see an empty body

I see empty eyes

I feel the cold skin

I hear desperate lies

 

He sits too still

His car in park

His telephone buzzes

Flashes light, then dark

 

Days and nights go by like this

Empty body tugging at hearts

We find the car

Empty body cuts scars

 

He tortures us

He cuts our head, our heart, our gut

An empty body on the side of the road

Was never meant to be his luck

How I wish he could have known

His empty body emptied our souls. 

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