In a weird way lonely,
Comfortable with serotonin,
I’m slowly opening these moments,
When my heart’s empty of components.

My mind is constantly scribbled,
By which emotion is riddled,
That bouncer over there is self-centered,
But it protects my vulnerable limits.

At the clubs the yellow crew comes in with friends,
When I’m hurt the bluetooth buzzes in,
And the red gang rushes with rage within,
But no one survives a blackout of sins.

Not being able to feel or fill this deadspace,…
Why invite people in to the remains of lead taste?
That’s why I stay hollow, to be normal while living,
Reconstruction is my purpose before emotions are given.