the repitition of my celling fan gets to me...
im alone in side of me....
but still i whisper ...
some one has to be able to hear me in here....
a thousand miles away some ones deticated to me and every thing i say.....
before i drain the pen the one who listens will save me from within....
to alone its unthinkable i know im tied inside to someones mind....
maybe i can save some one too....
miles away maybe its you.....
maybe we just think at the same pace...think the same questions and feel the
exsact same way....
my whispers echo from within this empty place....
theres got to be more to me...some one else in me....my thoughts are getting
to be to deep...im sinking in....theres got to be some one listening....
my fingers glide threw the dirt....
my holes to wide to hide....to open to just shut....
im being buried alive....theres to much space in this casket....
i need to know im not alone...
my heads to full to just be empted....the cluster wont be ignored....theres
got to be some one who knows the remedy....
some one can hear me
id close my eyes but the repitition of the deep dark nothing burning threw
my eyes would eat away at me....

 
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