I am never quite empty.
No matter how hard I try,
There is always something inside.
Something evil, something that shouldn't be there.
I hate it for being inside me.
I need it to get out,
Before it takes over my body.
I try my best to get rid of it,
Try to force it out of me.
But everything goes black...

The coldness against my face snaps me back to reality.
My eyes slowly open and focus on the hard white seat I am resting on.
I lift my head to look inside,
But see only the cool undisturbed water.
I lower my head and again feel the cold procelain against my cheek.
I close my eyes,
Surrendering,
Knowing I will never be pure.
Never quite empty.

There is something inside.
Something evil, something that shouldn't be there.
I hate it for being inside me.
I need to get it out,
Before it takes over my body.

It's too late,
It has my mind, soul, my body.
It has total control, this evil,
Knowing I will never be pure.
Never quite empty.

Justy