She’s at home tonight

Pacing wood floors

Wondering when 

Mechanical thoughts emerge from her subconscious 

There must be a way to endure all this solitude 

Delicate fingers caress the knob of an old radio 

Piece by piece her broken heart crawls through her skin 

The music gets louder as she tears herself apart 

Haunting screams from within fill the void of absolute nothingness 

So tell me, whats left of a desperate mess? Or is it all so meaningless?

Nothing but a soul ripped to shreds 

Bleeding out for no one to see

Just static sounds blaring through the speakers.