"And the only thing that can fill it without flowery words or religious babble (babble, babylon...)
no liquid, no powder, no pills down my throat can stand in the gap
no child, no man, no matter how much fat you suck off your stomach
we have an empty hole, an empty hole
fill me!! fill me!!
we cry, we scream, with fistfulls of answers
we self-medicate and shattered,
turn our faces to the sky in silver protest
why? why.
if only they could realise the answer was just that
oh, don't forget to look up...
focus, focus on yourself they say
focus on 'me'.
But i'm on pins and needles and dying to bleed."
- extract from purpose for the pain
Thursday, April 15, 2010
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