August 6, 2003

  • Broken


    Empty streets of my soul
    Naked emotions after the shadow of a dream
    Restless rattle of my conscience


    The mind like a dark sky
    Warnings of a storm up ahead
    The deep anguish of innocent nights raining down


    A beach without an ocean
    Tears without a face
    Pain hidden in beautiful eyes


    Navigating through life
    Experiencing motivating tragedy
    Searching for a spirit of comfort


    Alone and broken
    Without a song to sing
    Where silence itself it’s driven to insanity


    You don’t know how many times I typed an explanation for this only to press the backspace button right after I was done. I don’t know what to tell you. I guess this is one of those times in which I come home to a heavy feeling of loneliness.

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