my heart is cut all the way down its seam
easily mended if i could only find the write string
now trapped inside this empty dream
i tend to cling to fictional things
frighten by the loss of something real, so it seems
i need to redeem the love an trust i once seen
yet when it comes near i push it away in spite of my fears
its perfectly clear to me that i keep these tears hidden inside of me
now here's some termanology "vision is the beautiful art of sight;
in which i can not be seen"
can you grasp the concept of this empty dream?
Now it mat seem like you care, give advise, tell me you'll be there
But i dont give a f%$k what you say anymore
if you give a f!%k about me i'd probably just deny you, i'd probably just ignore
all i need is my music
but my music has lost its voice
leaving me to fiend for something solid in this empty dream
i wish i could sing you the love an trust i once seen
but i have lost all love
leaving me alone in this hell, this empty dream.
Kris Gaskins
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Submission Name: empty dream
