Empty

Suddenly it’s all gone quiet, If emptiness had a sound, It’d feel like a riot.

My hearts stopped beating, My hands have turned blue, No kiss on my lips, The love drained through.

As I rest my head, The only comfort I get, Is one of feathers encased in lead, As I lay in my poison bed.

I stay calm and collected, But I want to feel more, Where’s my satin sheets, The ones that I asked for.

I’m demanding too much, But theirs no one to hear my call, So I lay there, Waiting, Begging, Give me more.