I can't help but feel there is something missing inside of me.
Like there is just this black hole where the love goes...and no matter the music that I love, or the people that are a part of me they can't close it up....
I should buy a board and nail that fucker shut. It shouldn't be open anymore, that wound should have healed by now. If only I could stop poking at it. Making it fresh again, then I could close that door.
And everything in my life would cease to suck. Cease to be sucked back in. The light would turn back on and the dark would be gone.
Like there is just this black hole where the love goes...and no matter the music that I love, or the people that are a part of me they can't close it up....
I should buy a board and nail that fucker shut. It shouldn't be open anymore, that wound should have healed by now. If only I could stop poking at it. Making it fresh again, then I could close that door.
And everything in my life would cease to suck. Cease to be sucked back in. The light would turn back on and the dark would be gone.
8reales:
Not a board. A DOOR. A nice solid door with sturdy hinges and a VERY STRONG LOCK. Add a good peep hole so you can see who's knocking and you'll be set....MM