Shocker

Unloving you would mean I lie empty and morose.
It was a Song and a flight that meant I repleted myself.
I'm laying down my lines and desolation, filling the void, rears a
single hand, claws outstreched.
But avoided, you would be here, on my page, talking from the Id, a
shadow in the land of light.

Complexity and Fever in one single word.

Shocker