Fallen stars,
Collide with thoughts,
Crash in the sensations,
Leaving a numbing pain,
Shielding you're eyes from the light of day,
But you lay wishing for blindness.
Like the rest of the world.
To never see.
Blinding light,
Unsee able darkness,
Surrounded by there screams,
Or cry's of love,
Wishing for deafness,
To not heir there pain,
Or there undying infatuation with you,
But you walk wishing for deafness.
Like the rest of the world.
To never hear.
Crunching gnaws,
Screaming banshees,
Stabbing through the back right out the chest,
There numb finger tips,
Leaving a trace of sensation,
Attaching you to a horrid fate,
Wishing not to feel,
To not feel pain,
Or get attachment,
But you die wishing for numb skin.
