.Empty
Why do I go on living this pathetic life
how can I live with the emptyness behind my eyes
My soul black as a new moons night
nothing to do, nothing to say
I've used my last excuse
life slips out of me from my abuse
how much longer before I dry up and blow away
how much longer can things stay this way
I always end up fallen, battered and broken
guess I deserve it, building myself so high
lost in denial, deciet, anger, loss and lies
something colder moving in
feel myself ebbing away
I float above myself, and get a glipse
myself made of these wounded splintered sticks
my fragile cardhouse mind
always in a state of ill-repair
don't understand how things can be like this
I'm so cold an alone, lost and insane
alone and forgotten how to live
What else is to come of this.
Joshua S. Bell
icbod@spy.net