It's empty
It's full...

Her screams are silent
Piercing my ears...

You drink up the nothing
Until your tongue is numb...

There must be Something beyond the glass
Does Nothing taste like the bitterness of a storm...

You'll let everyone to die
When backs are turned...

She sat in the corner
Scared of their lies...

The pain of knowing
It won't go away...

"Dreams are for losers"
But she said it with trembling lips...

Tracing Her sillouhette in the mirror
With each bloody finger...

How easy to write a poem about love
Then kiss me lover and fall to your death...

Broken toys--
Stop falling on your toys...

Sifting through the silence
I grasp your hands...