M.I.A

 

the empty bus that used to bring you home

the empty armchair

the empty bed.

 

the empty tears

discovering

the empty perfume bottle

that they could fill

 

the empty dreams

the empty vows

the empty promises

to empty children

 

empty politicians

with their empty lies

of empty threats

from WOMD

just empty rooms

 

empty orders to search

the empty streets

for empty souls

with empty ideals

in the name of empty gods

 

the empty colours

bleeding from an empty flag

that stained the floor

of an empty church

 

the empty coffin

placed inside

the empty grave

 

empty red poppy petals

being swept

from the empty

Albert Hall

 

the empty velvet box

with an empty heart

that I sold to fill

the empty plates

 

and you’re missing

and I’m empty

forever