My life isn't empty.
It's full of echoes reverberating in the walls of my skull,
Burnt images in the soul I can't find a remedy for.
They claw me back away from the world into reflection,
To discuss the cause of my deflection.
Pride and shame is welling within,
And I don't know which feeling should win.
It's funny how life changing an event is to one,
and an insignificant speck in anothers.
I want to love you and feel your skin again
Aug 28, 2014
Aug 28, 2014 at 9:00 PM UTC
My life isn't empty.
It's full of echoes reverberating in the walls of my skull,
Burnt images in the soul I can't find a remedy for.
They claw me back away from the world into reflection,
To discuss the cause of my deflection.
Pride and shame is welling within,
And I don't know which feeling should win.
It's funny how life changing an event is to one,
and an insignificant speck in anothers.
I want to love you and feel your skin again