the black hole

words are all i see right now
and none of them are good.
my flesh has turned inside out,
my soul has sadly burned.

"these last few days have struck my heart,"
each tear-filled sorrow sings.
and through the depths of hidden words
i'm drowning in my dreams.

cracked through scabs of darkened light
i step up though i'm dead
and as alone as i'm feeling now,
i'll walk the crippled steps.

songs that fill my empty heart
have hurt me more than life,
and sobbing in my ashen hands
wash off the pale-faced cries.

although i've died so many times,
i'm trying to hold on.
i need to care and need to love
so i won't be so alone.