Vacant

Here's where I tell you all my secrets.
Everything you ever wanted to know, you now know.
I am an empty shell with nothing to hold. My body has escaped me again and my soul free floats before waking eyes, burning, twisting, withering in the burnt rays of sunlight.
The shell stays empty, waiting for the next visitor to inhabit and destroy its surroundings.
That's what you have done and you can't even cry and use your broken tears to fix this. Irrevocable. The ocean holds you up while the currents brush you off. But still you're in the same state of mind that landed you here. Lets blame it all on them. Sit, wait, and do nothing while the world speeds against you, behind you, without you. If only you could create yourself again with the rocks that never balance on each other. At least then you'd be trying. But all you're is vacant. Vacancy the sign will shine beneath the crystal waters that ripple away the death and dying.