Empty Words

Empty words have we spoken
Year on empty year
Vacuous vessels
That make such sounds
As we think
We wish to hear.

Each morning vacant spaces
Fill the gaps between sounds
And "Pass the butter" is a challenge
To attack
The once beloved.

And every night the TV
Is used, a weapon to kill the words
Halt the strain and
Fill the void in our minds
When we have nothing to say.

And so you will go, I know it.
It'll make no change to this life
Only now, the silence will be fulfilled
Destiny emptied
Vacated of absent meaning.