In this bed
eyes wide open
lifeless
Tape wrapped around me
as I play with fire
waistless
In the morning mirror try to remember
the stranger in front of me
nothingness
My feet lead me
to somewhere but nowhere
senseless
Embrace the music
when out at night
hearing silence, at best
Strong, bright rays
warming my brittle body and face
but finding peace in darkness
A past so feeble
a future so fragile
I am powerless
Loving with every ounce of my being
always lost in the abyss
Wishing I was fearless
Words blocked by my hollow mind
my heart silently whispering
empty threats
All I’ve ever made
with these hands
become lifeless
I ask my heart
what are you?
sweet, sour, or tasteless:
From the brutal mask
I’ve put on from loving
but loveless.
May 4, 2014
May 4, 2014 at 8:35 PM UTC
In this bed
eyes wide open
lifeless
Tape wrapped around me
as I play with fire
waistless
In the morning mirror try to remember
the stranger in front of me
nothingness
My feet lead me
to somewhere but nowhere
senseless
Embrace the music
when out at night
hearing silence, at best
Strong, bright rays
warming my brittle body and face
but finding peace in darkness
A past so feeble
a future so fragile
I am powerless
Loving with every ounce of my being
always lost in the abyss
Wishing I was fearless
Words blocked by my hollow mind
my heart silently whispering
empty threats
All I’ve ever made
with these hands
become lifeless
I ask my heart
what are you?
sweet, sour, or tasteless:
From the brutal mask
I’ve put on from loving
but loveless.
