can't make out the words
this mania turns to indecision
what is it that we are waiting for?
we can't hear anything
we succumb to the hunger and desire
we are lost.
emptiness, is not enough.
the birds and the sun laugh at us.
taunt us.
they have us by our throats.
emptiness is all we have.
but our minds remain scrambled
and our souls choked out.