i have written poems about you in the notebooks of my mind, pages full of similes and metaphors, scribbled in point-form. every time i'm near you, i think of a new line and i add it to the collection of poems in my mind.
I don't have any words left in my mouth Life has take it all away I don't have any tears left in my eyes Life has take it all away I could still remember when life take it all away everything that I had to the very last to the very end I'm a hole I'm a hollow I'm a ghost I'm the undead do not fear me because I have nothing left.