Shell

You think my wounds
must be painful
but what is painful
is emptiness.

No amount of tears
of sweat, nor blood
may fill this space
where there is nothing

No million words
no billion touches
may close
this gaping ache

Be it sunshine

lazy idling
late evening sadness
they'll all disappear

I'm void of everything
even remotely human
I deprave myself
of every thing.

You think my scars're
prove of dire pain
but the direst pain
is the one not there.