Where do your dreams end?
When may mine start to begin?
I cease to understand
this feeling within my body -
for who could create such a force
of sheer hatred and pure hollowness?
I allow the thoughts within my head
to wander
but for a minute,
for how else could I recreate
this emptiness -
the touch of your warmth
against my pale skin?
And laying next to you -
the blood-stained flesh,
who could have guessed
it was me who was dead?
My soul rotted through
from the taint of tomorrow -
My hatred the only emotions
I am left to know.
The presence of this anger
left within the world,
yet without my self
- my being -
my hollowed shell
of chaotic discoveries.
I release these tensions upon you -
I hold the binders,
bound to none.
And the only prison I see
is the one I tried so hard to erase,
the same as I create.
