devoid of feeling,
still desiring the warmth of touch,
fearing the dark inside,
the dark outside,
what is this crying?
We’re echoes of reality,
We’re echoes of eternity,
We’re echoes of sad memories,
We’re echoes of things that seem to be.
Paint me a picture with tears,
The images blurring and disappearing,
Alone in the dark and think,
But no thoughts come to mind,
I grasp like a blind begger wondering,
Asking myself what i can do.
Why are you always apologizing,
Your eyes melting lit with fear,
A smile so fake it makes me puke,
It makes the blackness inside of me,
Until it swallows my being,
And i fall into a deep dark hole,