Who knows? what kind of monster gets loose from the wilderness of my heart.
Emotions running downhill.
I don't know what I feel anymore
Or what I want to feel.
Belief has lost it's goal.
Running after this tornado of my mind;
Keeping me busy thinking nothing
And yet I'm busy with the hollowness of my heart.
Emptiness is haunting.
You want to run but it holds you tight
As though it's scared of itself too.
I feel nothing.
I don't want anybody
Or maybe I want somebody to just listen to me.
Maybe I'm just too afraid to talk to myself
Or maybe I don't want to talk to anybody,
Not even to myself.
Who knows? what kind of monster gets loose from the wilderness of my heart.
