Empty (NaPoWriMo 11)

This is about not being able to write, not being a psychopath.

the cup is empty,
i ting it gently
the sound it makes
more than i can muster

i left my books so
my cup is empty
how can i drink
the nothingness

i've spent my thoughts
(my cup is empty)
i've little to ponder
and less to give

my cup is empty
my cups are empty
it's friday night and
i am oddly full

full of spirit
my cup is empty
smells of spirits
away to be scoured

like a black lagoon
like vacuum in glass
as the eye of the storm
my cup is empty