There’s a hollow spot between my ears That nothing seems to cure. It happens all the time now But only just this year. Loud music merely dulls it The ersatz moods fail, too. Its driving me completely mad, And I don’t know what to do. As I paint on hard as nails The feeling starts again The frigid void I call a mind I can’t again take refuge in. I want to scream till I am hoarse, To rake my nails on skin. To sit alone till the end of time Would be my hearts own yen. There’s a hollow spot between my ears And I can’t think what to do. Its driving me completely mad, So now I’m asking you.