I had a dream
That everything was alright...
I don't want to admit it
because I've been trying...
empty hole,
hollow mold...
..so help me please, for I am lost
I seek a bridge and need to cross...
I feel like a empty hole
that used to be filled with a lot of joy and soul...
Hooked back in by a callous claw
to face a darkened war once more...
Life has not been
what it should be...
Broken hearts do make
Bad containers of love...
Everything I touch begins to wither.
Slowly at first, so as not to notice...
I felt like a blue crayon box.
On the outside blue and sad...
Stuck in the eye of the storm.
These walls built from wind keeping me trapped in...
dim room, peeling wall,
only my bed and my thoughts...