Tuesday, January 1, 2013


So I guess the fortune teller's right -
Should have seen just what was there
And not some holy light.

It crawled beneath my veins
And now I don't care, I had no luck,
I don't miss it all that much.
There's just so many things
That I can touch, I'm torn.

I'm all out of faith,

This is how I feel,
I'm cold and I am shamed,
Lying naked on the floor.

There's nothing where he used to lie -
My inspiration has run dry,
That's what's going on,
Nothing's right, I'm torn.

No comments: