My empty head
by the echo
of nothing
sounds like
inner steps
of tap dancing
through my brain

An empty feeling
by the wind
of silences
tastes like
refreshing air
of hurricanes
in my chest

An empty soul
by the anger
of blackness
looks like
dark chocolate
of nightmares
in my eyes

My empty body
by the power
of weightlessness
feels like
jagged demons
of starvation
through my guts

© Björn Blomqvist 2015-05-07