Don't Let Me Starve

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

House Holy And Empty

I'm sorry for nothing
because it's all that I've got.
You drag me by my feet-
I'm bleeding from every pore.

It's raining on me, but I can't feel a thing.
My body betrays. My mind vacates.
Thus am I complete; house holy and empty.
My emptiness builds me a wall.

If you run, count me in;
I'll be behind you.
Walls may fall but I will not be crushed
as long as there's an us.

It's raining on me, but I can't feel a thing.
My body betrays. My mind vacates.
Thus am I complete; house holy and empty.
My emptiness builds me a wall.

I'm sorry for nothing
because it's all that I've got.
You drag me by my feet-
I'm bleeding from every pore.

I'm counting the seams I've snapped inside.
I've no blood to bleed; I only breathe in my sleep.
I say a name both foreign and vain.
I see my face as it fades.

If you run, count me in;
I'll be behind you.
Walls may fall but I will not be crushed
as long as there's an us.

It's raining on me, but I can't feel a thing.
My body betrays. My mind vacates.
Thus am I complete; house holy and empty.
My emptiness builds me a wall.

I'm sorry for nothing
because it's all that I've got.
You drag me by my feet-
I'm bleeding from every pore.

I'm sorry for nothing.