Nothing fills me.

I try to suck it in till it
seeps over the brim,
but always a shadow of
emptiness remains. A doubt
which grows into the gnawing
hunger once again.

I do it with you too, you know.
I smell and taste the sweet sick
of decay and discard our
embraces like so many
candy wrappers.
Still, nothing fills me.

My heart is winding down.