Empty like the bottomless glass,
the view from here so circumspect.
Empty like the void above,
between star shells and light effects.
Empty like the cheerless heart,
opened upon a mortuary slab.
Empty like a suicide vein,
eyes open wide for every stab.
Where does this emptiness end?
How will it be filled and when?
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