Phidiana

I. AM. STARK.

Void beneath the chambers of my chest.

This pain that I feel from these scars that won’t heal,

The thoughts I can’t suppress all because of this pain in my chest.

Stark

Void beneath the chambers of her chest.

As he whispered sweet nothings in her ear,

Telling her all the things that she wanted to hear.

Like, "Baby I love you, you're the one

I promise we'll get married if only you give me some".

After a while its over all pain no pleasure

And she ended up relinquishing her sacred treasure.

A couple months go by and she’s throwing up everyday.

She goes to the doctor and they tell her a baby is on the way.

The father is no where to be found her parents put her out her home.

 They say go and get your own place since you think you're so grown.

Now she’s out on the streets feeling empty and alone.

Stark.

Void beneath the chambers of his chest. 

He laughs and jokes around with his boys.

They’re driving around the town waving their guns with such poise.

They want him to prove that he’s a man

As they place a gun inside his hand.

He laughs and asks what do I do with this?

They tell him to shoot that lady and don’t you miss.

He grabs the gun and begins to take aim, POW!

One shot to the brain.

He’s in the car crying, playing the scene back in his head

Him shooting that lady and her probably being dead.

His friends laugh and say “Brah you so crazy, I would’ve never shot that lady”

He went home with remorse praying for the woman he maimed.

 Now he too is feeling alone, empty, and ashamed.

Stark. Dull. Null and void

They both say a special prayer unto the Lord.

“Fill my heart and make me whole and give me your spirit to replenish my colorless soul.”