Feeling lonely,
or am I just
alone?
I don’t know.
All these emotions
like someone else’s
dream.
I’m in love
but not with anything.
I’ll lie
you’ll bleed for me
and in the end
we’ll all think
it’s funny.
Maybe someone
won’t break me.
Yeah, I think
that’s the thing
I’m crying for,
tonight.
Pipes and too
much wine
have me turned
inside out.
Ready to go back
to being
inhuman.
No more emotion.
No more sympathy.
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