I can feel an illuminating void growing within me.
Meaningless teardrops pierce through my eyes,
like divine daggers.
The heathers are all plucked and
the deal is far overlooked.
Life truly is, the wild nothing.
Void of all emotion, carefully humming the tune of uncertainty.
For we seek the truth of an unknown.
I am my own handcuffs.
Do not try to unfold my mind, as you see,
there is a lock that has no key.
I am a stairway that leads nowhere.
Rejection is second nature to me.
You are everything, and I am only nothing.
Where I am from, souls no longer exist, and nothing matters.
I can smell you’re scent in my room,
but I will no longer breathe for you.
The stillness in your heart,
is where our secrets fall apart.
I will no longer breathe for you..
Aug 6, 2012
Aug 6, 2012 at 1:03 PM UTC
I can feel an illuminating void growing within me.
Meaningless teardrops pierce through my eyes,
like divine daggers.
The heathers are all plucked and
the deal is far overlooked.
Life truly is, the wild nothing.
Void of all emotion, carefully humming the tune of uncertainty.
For we seek the truth of an unknown.
I am my own handcuffs.
Do not try to unfold my mind, as you see,
there is a lock that has no key.
I am a stairway that leads nowhere.
Rejection is second nature to me.
You are everything, and I am only nothing.
Where I am from, souls no longer exist, and nothing matters.
I can smell you’re scent in my room,
but I will no longer breathe for you.
The stillness in your heart,
is where our secrets fall apart.
I will no longer breathe for you..
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