(no subject)
lay upon this world
with your emptiness.
rest against this world
with all your emptiness.
it's a funny land of girls,
it's a painting full of bombs.
it turns to dust, but your emptiness remains.
often in the daylight
i'll emerge.
dizzy with my guts
left out all night.
they were searching
for you when i was unawake,
haphazard in that old dark sea of things.
and though so many times
i've asked them not to.
i've requested no more
searching, no more pain.
the funny land returns
still always altered.
you are long gone, but your emptiness remains.