Empty

MT I repeat,
Be leave I repeat,
Crushing the worms inside of me.
Relics of the past calling out to me.
Eyes try to breathe,
The youthful fountain of tears,
Tearing it's crocodile teeth into me.
I thought in FL I'd be free,
Man, what a leaning tower I'm building.
And I hope I didn't crush your spider legs,
Little widow,
As the cupboard door swung closed.