A brief description of emptiness. |
| My eyes never completely wake up. Always in a distant, blank stare. Always tired - a constant fuzz. I don't think they are ever fully aware. My eyes are tired and exhausted. They appear empty and red. It's the never-ending race in my head. That causes me to toss in my bed. How do I turn this off? Just some rest would be nice With these bags under my eyes there no doubt I can twist this vice. This is now my way If I could go back I would Just to say a few more words Before everything was taken away These words were written while I felt nothing I forced this stuff on the page Yes, this is happening. When something is forced, such as these words that you see It never works out or at the very least it's never as beautiful as it could be Why would I even hit "enter" twice; after just talking about how this is forced? It's not like this is a melody or song; and I need to end with the powerful chorus. This is nothing more than an attempt to portray something I can't explain. I've tried for days, weeks and months. Emotional gain turns to physical pain. |