Uninhabited

My head unfurnished and hollow
no flowers in the window
tv without picture and sound
I feel uninhabited

In the mirror just a face
speak harsh to myself, no answer
silent interview
Nothingness in every detail
In me every room is vacant

Forced vacant lots
terminated before time
No soul inside four walls
a hundred years og loneliness
Everything still, motionless cells

My head unfurnished and hollow
no flowers in the window
tv without picture and sound
I feel uninhabited