I Am Empty, Empty Eyes Switch

Wild ideas, never shown. Deep sorrows never known! What a wreck I am
Furrow frown. Strains in head "So alone". 20 bells I hear, the sound is different to me
Now, as ears, dirt and rocks share the frame I crown. Fingers do a better stint of
Listening with tyro trial. Bellowing cows are fruit slices as beaks of loud crows
Frightened by the gallop and cape, no longer hairs raised on nape. Instead, Eros is an
Empty transport, to gold seedlings on concerned distort. Harps fly and pluck, no sounds
Despair and questions brute care of scorn. Mirrored eyеs pound, no heart beat, sockets
Opеn, and no sunlight leaks. The omnipresent weight on the chest, it's halting blood drop by
Drip. Drops are wagonloads of kettles, steam driven insults waterless vitals. Where is my ragged
Breath...? The notice has finally touched me yet. Myself is so empty of words, my death finally
In consented blur. Sensational attendants by the mass, script flesh with calligraphy blended to grass