The crumbled up paper can’t be perfect again.
The same mistakes can’t remain.
The lacking life must fly away.
Empty my soul from emotion.
Give me a sense of notion.
Retrieve the sickening commotion.
I feel the need to be something more.
Although I live in the darkest hole.
And to penetrate my core
Is like trying to float on the shore.
Ghosts of the mind foil me,
Zombies of the soul devour me
Enduring a legalism of perfection
Trying to think hard,
On a single thing that I’ve done right.
Clutching my heart in my hands, I cry.
