The empty
reaches out its cold hands
touches, clutches on to my inside
brings the pain
Forgets the tears I never cryed
Eats
Hungrily chews
on all my tortured heartbeats
It carves a face
like a gifted artist carves in stone
A line between the eyebrows,
a never smiling grin,
a look of painful knowledge
It plays with all my features
It gives them shapes of a dead soul
It digs a deeper hole
The empty
I need to fill the empty
I need to stop the pain
I need the pain to never stop
I search in all the wrong roads
for ways to fill the empty
for weights that I can drop
And I mistake another demon
to be my friend
Just be my friend!
Just help me make the empty end!
But those weren't angels in those wings
They fooled me with most obvious lies
'cause maybe I just needed to believe in all their golden rings
And even more I'm burried now
Masters I do not believe in
could always make me bow
I broke my feet by dancing
on every filthy how
I only can destroy
'cause even though I'm careful
I'm nothing but a little boy
with a new fragile toy
So run away from me
And run away from empty
you're much too valuable to us
to let me lose your precious trust
to turn you into the same dust
I always will be
Let me rust
I don't deserve a fragile toy
for I have been a careless boy
for i have broken endless gifts
inside the scars upon my wrists
inside my empty painful fists...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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