Clean Edge Of Emptiness

Faces flicker
Like faded photographs
Whispers in the dark corners
Of this room
It's like sifting
Through broken glass
Pieces of a life
That shattered long ago
And there's this clean edge
To the emptiness now
A sharp relief
The constant draining
The suffocating weight
It's lifted

The water in the tub
It looks so black tonight
I could drown in this stillness
But it feels like it only smears the pain
Never truly cleansing