Behind My Empty Sockets

Behind my empty sockets.
How do I feel?
How do I live?
Behind the empty seats
of the empty theatre,
Inside my empty house,
What sound isn't there?
How do I shiver in the cold
When I'm locked in tight?
Locked in tight,
Behind my empty sockets.
How do I feel?
How do I rot?
Trapped inside a corpse,
Trapped inside my ribs,
Behind my empty ribs,
Curved sharp daggers
Poised at my back.
Inside the empty insides.
Chill sweeps through.
Through my empty sockets.
Through my empty ribs.
How do I feel?