Light a candle inside me--
I'm hollow.
Carve out my guts and
I'll follow.
Make it a new day
I swallow--
But I'm empty,
Carved to the core.
Give me substance
Or I'll snap from the moor.
I see the reflection
of a memory,
But it's no good
to me.
It's no good to me.
Give me something
Real,
My dreams--
they tear at the curtains.
I remember what the warmth
Felt like from the outside light,
Tickles and prickles and hugs,
Now it just feels
Too bright.
It dims the light,
that you lit
inside the hollow.