Does it seem empty when you chatter? Is there a darkness all around?
You ever hear someone speaking? You still screaming at that sound?
Is there a lover in your future? Is there someone can make you smile?
Does the silence overtake you? Leaves you vacant in your style.
I tried and failed to help you. I’ve left you to your fate.
You lie there in some hopeless void, it’s forever in the wait.
It’s raining in November and December is close behind.
You make love now to your demons. I hope they treat you kind.