I sit on the edge of this
solemn bed of mine.
Like sitting on the edge of
outer-space, the universe.
I feel nothing, I hear nothing,
I do see darkness in all of the space it clouds my
mind blacking out the sun.
This life full of space, full
of chatter sounding like a drone of
white noise.
Is it worth the empty space
that's on my heart?
The universe has set fires in
those empty spaces.
Now, I lay in the empty space
that my body has forms in the solemn
bed of mine.
Apr 10, 2014
Apr 10, 2014 at 4:24 PM UTC
I sit on the edge of this
solemn bed of mine.
Like sitting on the edge of
outer-space, the universe.
I feel nothing, I hear nothing,
I do see darkness in all of the space it clouds my
mind blacking out the sun.
This life full of space, full
of chatter sounding like a drone of
white noise.
Is it worth the empty space
that's on my heart?
The universe has set fires in
those empty spaces.
Now, I lay in the empty space
that my body has forms in the solemn
bed of mine.
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