So sick of forgiving
myself for me.
I know that it’s somewhere
the peace that I seek.
Holy of holies,
maker of things,
sister take cover
and see what time brings.
Oh, I am empty
slit my throat,
I will not bleed.
My favorite enemy
I can see
in me.
So sick of my face so,
sleep comes and goes.
In between covers
where nobody knows.
Take me,
I can’t afford
to feed this face
that I’d rather ignore.
Oh, I am empty,
suffer to see,
the stakes are up
from being down.
From being seen
to being me.
Oh, I am empty,
no one can help me.
This time my hatred
is all for me.
HG – 1995-2000
