Another immaculate conception

All i can feel is my hot water bottle going cold,
As i stare out to my future,
I see nothing.
Why can't I see it, why can't I feel it?

My glass is empty,
Never to be refilled again.
Not for this anyway.

I can't go back to that place, not yet.
The paternalism's gone.
He's gone,
I'm gone.
Nothings there.

Nothing.