Crevasse

If no one could hear me, what would I say?
Would I even open my mouth?

Is there something in me fighting for life?
Is there someone trying to get out?

The hunger I feel is eating me up. The void is unending.
The blackness of love, the vacuum of hate, the power of nothing.

Would there be an answer if I just yelled?
If I let it out in a scream?

Would it make a difference? Is there a line
I can cross from nightmare to dream?

I can’t find the light. I’m wandering blind. I’m crashing and burning.
The dark and the damp are freezing my soul. I’m tired of pretending.

What is there that matters? Can it be found?
Would I use it well if I knew?

Time is marching onwards. So is the truth.
Will I watch it fade out of view?

I’m desperate now. I have to keep going, whatever is coming.
I know I’m alone. The hurt that I feel is all my own doing.

I’m desperate now. I have to keep going, whatever is coming.
The hunger I feel is eating me up. The void is unending.
I can’t find the light. I’m wandering blind. I’m crashing and burning.
I know I’m alone. The hurt that I feel is all my own doing.

The dark
And the damp
Are freezing
My soul.
I’m tired of pretending.

The blackness of love, the vacuum of hate.

The power of nothing…


Friday, April 13th, 2007