Thin Air
At times I'm left to stare
into the blank space before me.
At times it seems I am to bare
the heaviness that consumes me.
With every boring thought I swear
that someone was trying to hurt me.
The melancholy sights I see
aren't enough to lull me.
But the more I stare the more I care
for the emptiness consumes me.
into the blank space before me.
At times it seems I am to bare
the heaviness that consumes me.
With every boring thought I swear
that someone was trying to hurt me.
The melancholy sights I see
aren't enough to lull me.
But the more I stare the more I care
for the emptiness consumes me.