Sing to me a song of pleasantries.
Fill my being with your warmth.
Connect to me with words of affection.
Connect to me with shared suffering.
Sing to me a song of sorrow.
Hollow out my insides.
Disconnect me with words of hate.
Disconnect me with isolated torment.
Sing to me a song I've heard a thousand times.
Your voice carries empty notes.
Notes I care not to listen to any longer.
Notes I have come to recognize as meaningless.
Sing to me a song I've heard a thousand times.
So that I may disconnect completely from everything.
- Quiet-Emerald