Empty is the prose that won't invade your dreams starting at the fingertips working its way up your mind a prisoner, your legs are numb empty is your flight if the landing is foreseen you never thought you could have. Have died in the safety of the emptiness inside empty is your life. Without the pain that hid behind empty is forever. We need a deadline. And once the lines are dead won't that make the headlines? Once the lights Roth instead empty won't be fed