Talking to myself
Because there's nobody else here,
I discover my soul is shredded
By the indifference of living,
Or dying,
It's all the same
Now,
Yesterday,
On Thursday.
I want all you can give,
I want nothing at all,
It's all the same.
Shadows dance over my soul,
Laughing,
At me?
With me?
I can never tell.