Lost in the Viewfinder

Empty space behind my eyes
Loneliness I can't despise
Reprise.
Not alone with no one around
I can't even
Make.
A.
Sound.
Nothing to give nothing to get
Just a reminder:
I ain't dead
Yet.
Lost thoughts
Strayed eyes
Gone.
To find some other lies
Tired of what I’m already told
Lost.
Trying to evade the mold
Emo.
Artist.
Goth, Punk, Scene
You got lost in the words and forgot what they mean.