A hollow
laugh
A pale smile
A bunch of
lies
Who am I?
A dark hole has
sucked me in
deep in its silence
I can hear
no more
I can speak no
more
All my words
have left me
And I gasp
for air
I can’t feel
a thing,
a thing,
a thing…
Am I made of
paper?
All I have is a
distant memory
I can't shut
my eyes to
and I still hear
my heartbeat
far away,
inside of you
In my cold
body
and my
lifeless limbs,
a joy it is
to feel pain
at the mention
of your name…
In this
numbness and cold
a paper
face,
a mute soul,
a bunch of
lies is all I am
and you,
the only truth
the only truth
the only truth, left of me
