portray yourselves, lady on the arm – emit and aim that which you deem you have. Your Emptiness is deceiving – nothing feels like so much more but is so much less. I see the emptiness in your gaze my dear. It is like a thousand burnt-out stars, a million dried tears and an everlasting sadness.
You cling to your lover with such emptiness, matched only but that which you have.
Yet, you emit.