Waiting for the wind to greet this void I have created
There’s nothing left but a scorched oblivion
I’ll look nothing more than ordinary when vacant slots fill in for veins
And I’ve become a shell of myself drifting like desert sand
With shriveled hands ripping through my chest
Searching for truth but finding nothing new
I wish I could blame this all on you
Wanting to believe in the way our bodies move against the darkness
Whispered words I never should have said just to break the silence
This bitter heart is breaking me, and I can’t see the sun
But I can feel the heat peeling at my skin
Know our bodies would both turn to dust if the scars didn’t keep us in
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3 comments:
Maybe, you know. Just maybe, that's juz coz you never knew what you were looking for.
Happens with me all the time. I talk for us if u care.
may be in need of knowing something we may miss something unexplored, something waiting to be explored, may be something is hurting but there is suerly something in line to make us wait for more, search for more
@ c.H.a.O.s FrEaK :
Maybe you got me right.
@ Jubin :
very deep and very well said.
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