Empty

Flying mirrors, Crashing, stirred. Mom's not coming, Slapped and whipped.

Empty windows, No surprise. Shouting, rattling No device.

What is here, And what is there? No voice back, Like no loved chat.

Empty bottle, Empty glass. Nothing's keeping, Not the grass.

Too much sounds, Another crash. I ain't coming, No one does.

Friends ain't sitting, Empty shelf. Crashing, stirring, Back to death.