So what happens to you when your dreams have been destroyed?
When you have chased cornered and ripped them limb from limb?
When you walk away to a desert inside yourself,
I fell into the vacuum of my room,
The darkness tortured me,
Sucked the air through the cracks in the floor,
Time scars my thoughts,
I have thought about calling or writing one of you,
Trying to reach out and touch one of you,
I never get to it...
I can't get out of myself,
I couldn't find the right words to show you where I am,
It used to be terrifying,
Talking myself out of shooting myself in the head,
Now it's just conversation,
The night brings the silence and lies,
With which keep myself alive,
I hold myself in fragile arms,
I'm not strong...
I'm a rat holding on one handed to the screen of the drain--Henry Rollins
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