I wring out my heart
Into an empty vase
And watch the flowers wilt
I cry out into
The silent night
And hear the sweet dove sing
No other pain could be as sweet
I melt into the cold abyss
And feel every burn of frostbite
And somewhere
I cry
I could let my soul bleed
Itself into existence
And carve it from my very being
Without ever knowing this kind
Of uncertainty
I am hollowed
Full of rage and pain
I am the empty shell
Surrounded by a sea of love
I stretch out my arms to touch myself
And reach even further inside
To touch the world
I am pain's mouthpiece
And sorrow's confidante
I am love's tragedy
I am misery's bedfellow
I am

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