My Sanity and Insanity
Half Empty
built of nothing,
easy to down,
broken glass,
zebra skin.
half full,
half empty,
no one knows,
it's not.
whenever's fine,
with me, with you,
cantaloupe dies,
outside of me.
nature breathes,
it's wrath of fire,
i need a life,
i don't feel worthy.
newborn death,
and birth of the dead,
i cannot want,
i free myself.
sick inside,
outside's worse,
dead and breathing,
my eyes burn for you.
the wind blows,
my life wreath,
my inside's out,
left by myself.
contained by alone,
the straightjacket of love,
feel the unforgiving,
pain increase.
i sleep alone with God,
and alone i sleep,
i sever my arms,
i suffer... alive.
why are they all alike?
who said so?
if i do, will you,
breathe half empty?
easy to down,
broken glass,
zebra skin.
half full,
half empty,
no one knows,
it's not.
whenever's fine,
with me, with you,
cantaloupe dies,
outside of me.
nature breathes,
it's wrath of fire,
i need a life,
i don't feel worthy.
newborn death,
and birth of the dead,
i cannot want,
i free myself.
sick inside,
outside's worse,
dead and breathing,
my eyes burn for you.
the wind blows,
my life wreath,
my inside's out,
left by myself.
contained by alone,
the straightjacket of love,
feel the unforgiving,
pain increase.
i sleep alone with God,
and alone i sleep,
i sever my arms,
i suffer... alive.
why are they all alike?
who said so?
if i do, will you,
breathe half empty?
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