Inside me, is a cavity That I've tried to fill with Wine, tears, and an assortment of calamities I've even tried to mask it with this thing in the corner Of my imagination, that I clumsily label "God" Still, I can't will myself to rid of this monstrosity Eating through my chest like acid I feel it in my sleep, in my nightmares At work, school, and carnival fares Keeping me caged so that Everything tastes bland, just as the Puritans like it Sugar tastes like medicine; pleasure's uninvited No, the cavity can't be mended with a bandaid or a kiss From Prince Charming rising out of the abyss Every time that I look in the mirror and sigh The cavity deepens as I curl up and cry The cavity rots when I wish to be someone else A bird, a fairy, any creature with a pulse Who isn't me, 'cause all I see, is a gaping cavity A reflection of sorrows and mortality Like a beggar on the side of the road I weep for a numbness