Tuesday, July 20, 2010

Into These Dark Places...

Into the Light

If I poured my soul into a cup
Would it even fill it up?
Sometimes I feel like life
Is just a little less than not enough

So I bleed these words on this page
jotting little bits of rage
If that's not good enough
I'll set myself on fire up on stage

And burn this whole world to the ground
Waiting on you to make a sound
I search for something good,
But nothing is all I've found

While I watch my shadow on the wall
Hoping I never get that call
1:38 a.m.
Wonder if I'll sleep at all

Right now I'm even scared of dreams
Wound tight and bursting at the seems
I close my eyes but in the silence
I can almost hear the screams...

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