Blank

Cranium exposed

Its case empty

Pale...

Thoughts leaking on to the surface of life  

Mislead thoughtless misguided neurotic

Ethnocentric

Urban myth

Full of disdain

Exoskeleton compromised

Sweaty palms

Tank on empty

Mind overload apparent

Transparent ideals

In the minds vacuum completely sucked in

Totally unearthed

Because I wasn't rooted in my position

Which has abruptly changed

Here I lay unprepared and overexposed to the world

Ultraviolet rays combing my body  

The embrace warm 

I'm not sure if I should trust it

Still torn

From night till morn

It pops

But it's not corn

It cries

Yet it's not born

Eye of a hurricane

When we're way past the storm

I reach out and feel an awkward gesture reach back at me

Paralyzed by fear

Compelled by curiosity

All this time on display for their enjoyment

That's why they wouldn't respond to me

(I'm dead)

I don't exist

My thoughts continued long after the bullet hit

I’m blank