sittin here all alone
hours of song bingeing,
I'm gettin tired of listening
somehow whatever i'm doing
after awhile everything gets boring
now i'm just starin blankly on walls
guess i'm waiting til it all falls
brain cells stiffening
i can feel it coming...
I have to do something
before i start vanishing!
squeeze out some emotion
hope to find something
there's nothing...pure nothing...
and i'm not sad...no
yet i'm not even happy...
In fact I don't feel a thing!
I think I'm at it again
another one of those moments
when you need to feel
i think i better be cutting
see you later when i'm back to feeling
that's when I'm done with the bleeding!
wow, themagic is in the last two lines. great work maya. and thats a great name too. i love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
teehee...thank you =)