The TV blares words, yet, I do not hear them
My heart yearns... As the stars pierce me
But I do not fear them
I awake from dreams where I slice open my skin...
I cry all these tears
The memories have come back again...
The memories of being empty
Of having nothing to live for...
But now I have everything to live for...
And now I realize my poem has gone to s&*#...
Funny how things aren't what we thought they meant....
-Fin-
