As darkness falls at the stroke of twelve.
The cars outside rested silently on the street.
The clouds roll in just to conceal the starry sky.
The empty feeling covers me from head to feet.
My head is tired from thinking too much.
I lay my back on my bedroom floor.
I can't go to sleep just yet.
So I walk out the door.
Outside is quiet and darker than most nights.
The night breeze chills my bare skin.
The lights are off on the other homes from my view.
Let the sad phase begin.
I feel so empty.
Hallowed out and vacant.
I feel so empty.
Simple loving words can fulfill me even though inside I know they can't.
Goth!ka Community Member 
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