I'm more than familiar with feeling empty.. The conduit, I allow myself to drain.. My mind is the trench in which I will be buried.. Watch me wither away..
If I allow the light to leave my eyes, I will never see again.. The thoughts disintegrate into cognitive pollution.. Abandoning my body, renouncing my existence..
As far back as I can remember. The failure was always there. It was the only real companion that I have ever had. Not meant to live like this. . Consciousness is nothing more than a vicious cycle.
Born of two; raised by four.. I guess I took it all for granted, and only three remain.. Even though you're wounded, I know that you're still here.. I don't blame you, you just can't face the change..
We ache to be transparent.. We run from the "open" arms; the facade of something greater than ourselves.. And we're left to coexist with infestation..
The weight came and went. and took my will to live.. Spoiled by defeat,. forced to drown in what's left of me.. That's when breathing became routine..
Toss a penny in a well, make a wish, you'll never can tell. Trust your heart and believe come-what-may. 'Cause anything can happen if you let it happen.