Falling over,
But not even feeling the ground...

They stuck needles in my eyes,
They do not care...

Tearstain on my pillow,
Where you should have been...

Anyone care to join me,
In the deep dark hole of despair...

Be my heart's ship,
And carry me away...

Everyone lives,
And everyone dies...

The sun is fading,
As the stars laugh...

Wasting paper,
Wasting tears...

Little kids make cups out of water,
And cut with plastic scissors...

*This is a companion piece to Ambidextrous Poet...
Ambidextrous poet...

Nothing I do makes sense anymore,
None of it makes a difference...

Trying not to sound cliche,
But what else am I supposed to say...