Feb 19, 2006 14:40
Emptiness is like a disease
It consumes me and does whatever it pleases
I talk to you on the telephone
But I cant find the answers to the questions that I own
And I wonder
I ponder over the lessons I coulda learnt
I’m constantly reminded by the gashes I’ve made
My skin is just matter
It doesn’t really matter
My skin is just casing
It doesn’t really matter
My skin is just protection
I break down that barrier
You came to me at my weakest point
A wilted seperation fixed with a penny coin
Your light finger prints soften the blow
But now I’ve lost the only thing that makes my inner part glow