plunging beneath my foundation, grazing the core of nothingness
soul relies on soul in order to redeem itself
one solitary bomb, waiting to explode
i see the sky, want to hold a piece of it in my hand
want to touch it to my face, listen to it with my ear
lick the salt that was acquired in reaching it
hoping that all who deny it will cease
gasping for air, crying for help
a leap from insanity
i am told you are there, yet your actions tell me otherwise
i want someone to see what is eating me alive.
sucking out the nutrients that i keep trying to restore
still yet, finding no reprieve in this company
so i lye here, waiting for a miracle
wishing i could pick myself up and put myself on a pedestal
so that i might reach out and feel even a single hand
hear even a whisper permeate the air
the warmth of another
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