Your heart echoes like mine the sound of a child screaming endlessly bouncing off the inside of my hollowness crack me open like an egg step on my shell my tears have nowhere else to go still they flow i have little hope and less faith in the person you say you are and i still love you give me the answer to why I do. i scream from under you shoe a puppet of life, made of flesh, bone and blood
i cant comprehend life. it is too infintismal. why do i even bother? my thinking leads me to no answers, only theories, that most, would cal me crazy for. still I try. i want an answer. i live only to die. why should i make my life worth it, if it is only going to end?
Clarus Luna Somnium · Sat Aug 16, 2008 @ 11:49pm · 0 Comments |