Get full, fill up, keep going,
Fill the empty hole inside,
Do not stop until you can’t no more,
Eat and drink until sick and weak
Feel the way I feel inside,
Like nothing sparks life and joy
Deep into my soul;
Eat your fill until sick and weak,
Fill yourself to fill the hole
That used to be you.
The clock strikes 12 and stands still,
Nothing stirs and nothing rests
When the clock ends the day
And new life begins and the old sheds.
Life starts and ends at the strike of 12,
But you end much sooner
For failed choices, continuing on this
Path filled with regret and despair.
Follow the future to the bright path,
So that the clock can strike 12 on a new day.
Slowly the heart fall down an empty chasm,
Falling down into the enveloping darkness,
Shock seizes the heart and stopping life from flowing.
You got me thinking out loud,
Not afraid to be proud
Of my screams that vibrate
Through the air of twilight,
I feel myself go crazy,
Crazy and drunken on you,
Falling and falling deep,
Deeper into the darkness
That has left me in a daze,
A daze for only you.
Noise, noise, noise
All I hear is the noise of your
Bickering and complaining for
Not getting your way,
For facing a single roadblock
That does not budge to your privilege.
Loud and obnoxious noise rises
Higher onto the ears of the unwitting
Masses that are the unfortunate victims.
Screams of privilege permeate into
The night, wailing for not getting their way
In a society that requires hard-work.
Feelings deep within my frozen heart
Rise and falls like the shimmering sun,
Wishing to shine bright and far,
Permeating to the far corners of darkness,
Yet nothing grows,
No color shines with the emerging
Feelings that lie deep inside,
Solidified and caged within the
Cold heart that longs to grow.
Lost in between the stars
I float aimlessly in the expanse
Of space and time
Waiting for you,
Waiting for you
To return to ground
Me in gravity once again,
Back to earth away from
The stars that remind
Me of your sparkling eyes.
Easy to call a man a hoe
And easy to call a woman a slut
Just for refusing to adhere to
Societal norms that requires
Someone to put out after a dinner
And a half-assed B-rate movie.
We are shamed from being strong
And confident, for refusing to lower
Our standards to the level of lust.
Never bow and never fall to pressure
Lest you wish to become weak just
Like the people surrounding you.
From the last drop,
The toxic waste began
To fall away,
Searing my face
As it drips down
My fragile skin
The pain I feel keeps me alive
And keeps me from losing sanity,
Yet, I grow numb with you by my side,
Numb with every passing day
As you enter my mouth,
As essential as water for my survival.
Without you I am nothing,
But with you I lose my identity
And the pain subsides, if only
For brief reprieves from sorrow,
And who I was is present in the mirror
Looking back in shame of who
I have become. Dependent on you,
I have lost my identity but I cannot
Leave to rediscover myself
Unless I wish to find myself without life
And simply another statistic for you.
