I took my head off

one Sunday.

Prayed for a

rainbow to

make it all okay.

Instead I’m left in

pools of blood, alone.

Where the gun

and wind blew

my mind that day,

I’ll never know...

When the void calls

my name.

It comes from a place

inside this empty

shell and frame...

Voided me,

trapped deep beneath.

The crazy scars of apathy.

I’m strangling words

and chewing time.

Still working that

ghost into my rhymes.

Ah, voided me,

and this dance between.

Those broken vessels

of lost thoughts

and lonely empathy...

-HMG