Emptied

The Carving of a man that used to be,
The shell of what he was.
The hollowed out body that resembles his shadow,
Soulless, emotionless, distorted.
Nothing can fill the pit in his heart,
nothing or everything.
Every time he receives his medicine, like a pill,
a little bit more carves out.
This drug is not what you would think,
it is an empty thing.
There is a void of existence in his words,
they don't define his being.
Addictions can be tough, can't they,
and every time you take another dose, like a pill.
It slowly carves you away.
Empties you out.
Leaves you hollow.
Kills You Inside.