Emptied Heart

Brush strokes of your nature,
Humanity is your crutch.
Bled your discontent down the drain,
As if it hurts too much.

But you swallow yourself sick.
Pills popped to dust the sky red
Drink to make the world blue
Like your mind set.

Cradled to sleep in the arms of the devil,
Fed on his poisoned breast
Like a mother to a child
Who drains to death at rest.

Your man-made devastation,
From head to feet.
You lost everything you wanted,
You're just incomplete.