Emptiness

once there were words
scribbled down in haste
or at leisure
the spillings of my soul
nothing more than bile
all gone now
emptiness is all that's left
hollow boxes filled with
dead air
where once my heart lay
not even blood remains
scrubbed clean
soon these words will follow
fading out into the unknown
the unread
chiselled from the stone
there is nothing left but
emptiness